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A SHERBURNE INHERITANCE 


THE SHERBURNE SERIES. 


SHERBURNE HOUSE. 

LYNDELL SHERBURNE. 

SHERBURNE COUSINS. 

A SHERBURNE ROMANCE. 

THE MISTRESS OF SHERBURNE. 
THE CHILDREN AT SHERBURNE HOUSE. 
SHERBURNE GIRLS. 

THE HEIR OF SHERBURNE. 

A SHERBURNE INHERITANCE. 


A Sherburne Inheritance 


BY V 

AMANDA M. DOUGLAS 

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AUTHOR OF “ SHERBURNE HOUSE,” “ LYNDELL SHERBURNE,” 
“ A LITTLE GIRL IN OLD NEW YORK,” ETC 


NEW YORK 

DODD, MEAD & COMPANY 

1901 


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THE l^iBRARY OF 
CON»GRESS, 
Two Coritd Received 

OCT. 12 1901 

COPVRtOHT ENTRY 

CLASS a XXc. No. 

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Copyright, igoi, 

BY 

DODD, MEAD AND COMPANY. 


First Edition Published October^ iqoi^ 




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TO 

EMMA H. D. SMITH. 

Life is made up of many little threads, let us 
weave them day by day, into the chain of duty, love, 
and high endeavor, so that the whole fair piece of 
workmanship may be approved by the Great In- 
spector. A. M. D. 



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Contents 


Chap. Page. 

I. A Home-Coming i 

II. Inner and Outer Discords * . . i6 

III. Trying the World 28 

IV. In a Studio 46 

V. An Awakened Potentiality 64 

VI. With a Bevy of Girls 80 

VII. Hours of Delight 97 

VIII. Mysterious Possibilities 115 

IX. In the Gladness of Youth 132 

X. June AND Sunshine 1 151 

XI. West Point 17 1 

XII. The Ideality of Experience 187^ 

XIII. In Bewilderment 205: 

XIV. A Protest Against Limitations 222 

XV. Not Wisely^ but too Well 238 

XVI. The Thorn that Pricked Honor 256 

XVII. Some Fine Forces 274 

XVIII. Love and Learning 288 

XIX. Through Young Eyes 304 

XX. Undercurrents 321 

XXI. Charlton Henderson • . . . . 337 

XXII. A Larger Flow of Life 353 

XXIII. Honors and Honor 366 






A Sherburne Inheritance 


CHAPTER I. 

A HOME-COMING. 

^T^HERE is no country like your own. There is no 
place like home. How many thousands of peo- 
ple do you suppose have reechoed the sentiment,” and 
Lyndell Carew smiled as she turned a bright, tender face 
to her husband. ‘‘ We have been ’mid pleasures and pal- 
aces, ’mid the hopes and the work of a great world. We 
are not the only country that is making rapid strides, but 
our own seems best to us if it is not greater. I do sup- 
pose nations get fitted to their environment. But when 
you leave the wide ocean and enter this beautiful bay, 
and see all the busy whirl in the distance, the city of one’s 

home, that holds its heart’s dearest treasures ” 

She was out of breath with her rapid talk, and a throb 
of emotion sped along every nerve. So many things 
might have happened to make it a less joyous home- 
coming. The great steamer floated majestically. There 
was Liberty with her hand pointing upward. There was 
the busy city, a mass of spires and points and domes in 
half- veiled glamour and softly glowing tints, the rare lights, 
the tremulous shadows of the sunset of a dying summer. 


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But you do not regret going? ” Dr. Carew recalled 
her half-heartedness and her hesitation about leaving the 
children, her anxiety the first few weeks they were abroad. 

Regret! It has been delightful. I would not blot 
out one day.’* 

And I have had you to myself,” smiling a little and 
taking her hand that lay on the rail. 

^^We have had each other,” and a limpid softness 
illumined her eyes. We both seem so much engrossed 
at home. Do we take up too many things? ” 

A thoughtful line crossed Lyndell’s brow. 

do not think I should have enjoyed a narrow 
woman, and oh, Dell,” laughing with almost boyish 
gayety, ^*the narrow woman would not have enjoyed 
me. I often think, dear, how wise and generous and 
patient, yes and self-sacrificing you have been. And this 
has proved a red letter holiday for me, a going back to 
old times and the love of youth. It is good to have 
a glimpse of the earlier life. We shall be strengthened 
for whatever comes in the future.” 

‘‘Bertram,” and an exquisite touch of something, not 
sorrow or fear, hardly apprehension, crossed her face; 
“we seem to stand at the parting of the ways. Are we 
really getting to be middle-aged ? Our babies are even 
outgrowing childhood. They will be men and women 
in such a little while. We shall have to go down the 
other side ” 

“Don’t start now,” he drew her closer. “Let us 
stand on the hilltop a long while. It is such a coign of 
vantage. You have the girl’s bloom and eagerness — yes 
you have gone back five good years since we started.” 

“Thank you.” She made a charming inclination of 
the head. “You must be idle indeed when you have 
time to think up compliments.” 


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<< We ought to have some seal to affix to this last day. 
Have I been so chary of compliments ? ’ ^ 

'^You have never been chary of the truest, sweetest 
appreciation a wife can have,” raising her eyes alight 
with content. 

They were standing unmoved with the bustle all around 
them, the excitement of travelers getting in, the breath- 
less amazement of newcomers to a strange land, the in- 
difference of the floating pilgrims of fashion who were 
ever seeking something new, who had seen everything and 
were alike bored at home and abroad. 

I carry so many pictures of you in my heart,” in the 
low tone that seems to linger among the remembrances of 
the past. The first time I saw you — why I can shut 
my eyes and feel the soft girl fingers over them, and your 
voice as you bade me guess ’ ' 

DelFs face was scarlet with a girl’s flush. Then she 
laughed. 

I thought your father’s son was only a big boy. And 
I had seen him sit there so many times.” 

^‘And father had always called you a little girl. First 
and last I had a good many guesses about you,” smil- 
ing, ^^and the time we were fighting for Leonard’s life ! 

I think I fell in love with you all along. I keep on fall- 
ing in love. This has been a new wedding journey, — 
all to ourselves.” 

It was odd, when they came to think of it, how little of 
their life had been solely for each other. Perhaps all the 
larger lives were so. Her eyes grew grave and deep with 
emotion, and still held their soft, rich brown tint. Lyn- 
dell Carew had reached the fine levels of womanhood 
where youth still lingers and its sun is at the zenith. She 
had been very happy, not perfectly so, for no life is per- 
^ feet in its bliss. And though the glamour of romance 


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illumines the love of youth with its almost incredulous 
rapture of possession ; deep and strong natures come to 
know something finer when the dross has burned out. 

When the plan was first proposed, and Dr. Carew had 
been appointed a delegate to a medical session abroad, 
Lyndell found a dozen reasons for not going. But Miili- 
cent Drayton had helped overrule the objections. 

The year had held many trials for Lyndell, and the 
buoyancy of her nature seemed waning. She had been 
fighting, too, against the inevitable. In her inmost soul 
she had mapped out her first-born’s life, for Randolph’s 
vigorous cry had reached her ears while the little baby- 
girl lay gasping for breath. He had been his grand- 
father’s delight, his father’s pride. A fine, manly little 
fellow, stout and sturdy, with no girlish ways or pretti- 
ness, a boy of boys ; a little careless and rough at times, 
full of sport and anxious to excel, affectionate, yet pre- 
ferring his own sex. The twins might have been years 
apart for any similarity. Even now Millicent, slim, fair 
and unformed, did not look a day older than Honor. 
Indeed, they often were mistaken for the twins. Milli- 
cent had always sheltered herself under grandmother’s 
wing, as all the children called Miss Carew. Dell seldom 
interfered, for she could trust Aunt Neale’s wisdom. 
Then Honor had been such a joyous, rollicking baby, 
such a bright, saucy, impetuous little girl, full of mis- 
chievous daring. Lyndell often thought she saw herself 
reproduced in her. She wanted to think, she did per- 
suade herself that Millicent resembled her dearest cousin, 
Mrs. Drayton. Then had come Reese, who was a coun- 
terpart of his father except that he had his mother’s lovely 
brown eyes. Afterwards the first deep sorrow of her life, 
when she had laid another baby boy in his narrow bed 
and kissed him for the last time, finding comfort and 


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strength in the human love of her husband and the divine 
love of God. 

The household altar had another blossom laid upon it,, 
to the great joy of all. Florence was the family darling, 
a bewitching little fairy that bid fair to inherit the Sher- 
burne beauty. Lyndell had lived in her lovely garden of 
young souls, trying to train and shape, having theories as. 
all mothers do, finding unlooked-for traits, comparing 
notes with Millicent Drayton, and amused with Nora MaF 
lory's little host that seemed to flourish without any espe^ 
cial training like a field of wild flowers. 

She had a new element when Sherburne and Bertram 
Beaumanoir entered their borders. Bertram was a. 
born student, eager, industrious, enthusiastic. Sherburne 
had idled away his winter, indulged in wayward tempers 
and fancies, but his manly decision during his father’s 
illness had delighted them all ; and the fine accord inta 
which he was growing with his parents, gave Lyndell 
hope that her own boy would be moved so to do. 

Because he knew the hurt he would give them, Ran- 
dolph rarely mentioned his own desires. He hated to 
pain his grandfather, whose favorite he had always been 
since childhood. 

‘‘Don’t urge him,” pleaded the elder man. “He 
might take it up if his heart was not elsewhere, but he 
has no real love for our profession.” 

“I’m going to be a doctor,” declared Reese, “ and we 
don’t want two in the family. Grandpapa, you will have 
to take me for your boy.” 

‘ ‘ And what will papa do ? ” 

“ Why you see it will be right in the line.” 

“ There will be an old doctor and a young doctor and 
a middle-aged doctor. Reese, people will begin by tell- 
ing you you are not half as good a doctor as your father.’* 


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^^Well — I don’t expect to be at first.” 

‘‘ And you may have to go out West or somewhere.” 

‘^I’m going to stay just here with you and papa.” 
The brown eyes glanced up resolutely, and the boy’s 
young arms were clasped about his grandfather’s neck. 

Early in the autumn Miss Carew decided to go to Vir- 
ginia. Everybody opposed at first. But Judge Beau- 
manoir and his wife came up to the city, and though 
she was so gentle she was very resolute, too. She wanted 
to see the old place once more, to greet a few of the old 
friends who were dropping out so rapidly. Was there 
another presentiment ? 

They let her go reluctantly, yet there was no reasona- 
ble objection. 

<< Will you stay a month ? ” asked Millicent. I shall 
miss you so. I shall have no one to talk over my trou- 
bles with,” declared the young girl. 

As if a young thing like you, with affection on every 
side, ought to have any troubles.” 

^‘Not real troubles, but just little things. Honor 
laughs at them,” and Millicent gave as much of a pout 
as her pretty mouth would allow. 

I am afraid I have spoiled you, Milly. If I hear a 
bad account of you I shall stay two months. ’ ’ 

O, grandmamma ! Whatever should I do ! ” 

There is so much to do. You are backward in your 
studies. Honor will be ahead of you everywhere.” 

I don’t like study, at least, nothing but music. And 
I’m not going to college as Honor declares she is. I just 
want to be somebody’s girl all my life long ; have some 
one love me best of all. You do, grandmamma? ” in a 
pleading tone. 

Aunt Neale kissed her tenderly. She was so unlike 
the little girl Dr. Carew had brought her from Slier- 


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burne House, ill and full of very real troubles. Mil- 
licent was sweet and clinging; the child Lyndell had 
shown that she could stand alone. Bertram had been 
strong and manly all his life. Perhaps Millicent’s twin 
had taken the strength of character and left her the win- 
some refinement. 

They all missed grandmamma dreadfully. Millicent 
used to go to the lonely room and cry, but she never told 
any one. She was slow in her studies, and it rather 
annoyed her mother. Reading and music were her de- 
lights, and she could repeat poetry by the hour. 

'^And then you say you can’t remember things!” 
Honor would rejoin impatiently. ‘‘You won’t apply 
yourself. You idle away your time dreaming over vague 
music or verses full of tragedy. What do you suppose 
you will do with real, earnest life? ” 

“ What will you do with it ? ” 

There was an almost helpless expression in the elder’s 
face, and it had the hesitation of fifteen. She felt as if 
blown upon by a strong wind, and inwardly protested 
against being forced another’s way, yet she seemed to 
have no definite way of her own. 

“ I’m going to do something with it. I just hate your 
negative characters ! ” said the girl, with the swift cur- 
rent of positive and unreasoning youth in her veins, and 
that enthusiastic pulse of life that believed all things pos- 
sible. “I may write a book some time — it won’t be full 
of beauty like every line of Aunt Millicent’s, but strong, 
and cutting down deep among the real things. I may 
be a college professor, for I am going to college ” 

“And what else?” as the pause seemed long and 
suggestive. 

“ I may be a lawyer — women are coming to the front 
in that line, and Uncle Len said I had a logical mind. 


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There are plenty of things to do. Why don’t you rouse 
yourself and consider some of them?” 

Because I like quiet and softness and harmony and 
leisure, and the tender side of life, the beauty as well. 

If I could have my wish out of all the world ” 

could you centre your wishes on one thing? 
Condense; that is better, you revolve around a centre.” 

‘^And I don’t want to revolve. Yes — I’d like to be 
so handsome that people would turn around and look at 
me.” 

Honor laughed with merry mockery. ^^Bud will take 
the family inheritance, it was saved for the last one. I 
am afraid it has rather thinned out in this generation. 
Hope Drayton will be lovely, and Cousin Nora has some 
pretty children, but Aunt Violet took the largest share. 
I’d rather be fine looking, like mamma, than beautiful 
like Pearl Amory. What does she do with her beauty 
but just set herself up for admiration ! ” 

There was a touch of scorn in the strong young voice. 

I don’t care so much for the admiration, but I 
should like to beautiful, through and through.” 

‘‘Better wish for good common sense, and go at your 
lessons with some earnestness,” advised the younger. 

They were fond of each other, yet they often had lit- 
tle tiffs. Honor was growing into accord and friendship 
with Randolph. They both desired to be chummy, not 
sentimental. They confessed their plans to each other 
secretly, because mamma did not quite approve of the 
West Point longing, and was not anxious to have Honor 
choose a profession. 

When grandmamma had gone Millicent felt very 
lonely, quite as if no one really belonged to her. 
Mamma belonged to them all, papa was a very busy man, 
but now and then took them all in some pleasure. 


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There were so many cousins, so much coming and going, 
so many letters and plans, that every day seemed astir 
with something new. 

Lyndell Carew had been enchanted with the sweetness 
and mystery of babyhood. Her years of waiting had 
been years of desire as well. Yet she felt that her life' 
must not be narrowed by the nursery, since there would 
come a time when the nursery would be outgrown, the 
blossom season of young lives, and she must garner up 
wisdom and patience for that period, for she wanted to 
be the dearest friend in their youth and coming manhood 
and womanhood. Yet there were times when she ques- 
tioned her own methods, the results would be so diiferent 
from what she had anticipated. But she was afraid of 
too much government. She had suffered so from it in 
her own girlhood. And Dr. Carew trusted his children 
even as he had been trusted. 

I half believe there never were any thoroughly good 
children but Mamma Murray's,” Lyndell said once in a 
mood of discouragement to her husband. I can’t under- 
stand what the secret was, but ours have dozens of little 
faults. When you get one nipped off another springs up 
in its place.” 

^^As if one ever saw a garden without weeds, and 
having no need of a gardener ! ” returned Dr. Carew in 
his cheery fashion, with the faith of the future shining in 
his eyes. As if we with our wider experience did not 
blunder and make mistakes.” 

I suppose I am too impatient for results.” 

Do you want them grown up ? ” 

O no, no. The years go too fast, the lovely, blessed 
years ! ” in the passionate tenderness of motherhood. 

We will do our best and trust Providence.” 

If we could be sure of our best ! ” 


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Week after week went by. Tessy Beaumanoir wrote 
journal like letters about Aunt Neale. She was going 
slowly over all the old haunts, she could not stand much 
at a time. Old friends came in to see her ; she was 
lovely and happy and full of reminiscences about those 
who were gone. And one day the word came that she 
had taken the other journey in the same tranquil man- 
ner in which she had lived. Sitting out on the porch in 
the autumnal sunshine she had heard the voice she had 
tried to follow all through her sweet life, and her spirit 
arose and went to her new home. They found a smile 
on her calm white face, and her hands were folded in 
her lap. 

Only the elders went to the burial. Millicent was 
prostrated by a strange awe. Honor said — 

‘ ‘ Mamma — I shall think of her as coming back to us 
until I am quite resigned. And I will do my best to 
comfort poor Milly.” 

But Millicent did not want to talk about it, and shrank 
from expressions of sympathy. Lyndell felt in a meas- 
ure shut out of her daughter’s heart. She was sweet and 
passive, but for a while no one was very gay. Lyndell 
had many duties and it was not possible to keep her 
evenings for her family, though she tried to as often as 
possible. Honor was full of study and ambition, she 
urged Millicent on to be sure and graduate the coming 
June with her, though the elder seemed suddenly im- 
passive. 

And then you will be my home girl, Millicent,” said 
her mother tenderly. I could not part with you both.” 

‘‘Dear mamma,” Millicent murmured. Yet there 
were four others to share this love. And grandmamma 
had loved her best, she was sure of that, from the very 
first day of her life. 


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One day when all things seemed to have swung back 
to their olden level, for grandpapa’s resignation had 
been perfected in the confident belief that he should see 
his beloved sister again in a few years, and the delight- 
ful memories he interchanged with Dell were a great 
solace, while Reese was gently stealing into the place 
Randolph had grown out of, the proud young fellow 
came home with eyes alight with pride, and a ring of 
triumph in his voice that gladdened while it pierced his 
mother’s heart. 

Wish me joy, everybody ! I passed all the examina- 
tions without a single flaw. I am sound in mind and 
limb in chest and back, and have the appointment. O 
mamma, don’t feel troubled, there are all the years of 
training when it will be just the same as if I was in col- 
lege — well, not quite so many vacations with a bright, 
eager laugh, ^^but you can run up and see me. And 
after all I shall never be much beside a fair weather 
soldier. Wars, you know, are going out of date.” 

‘‘Of course we can’t help being proud,” returned his 
father. “ For you might have been knock-kneed or 
parrot-toed or short-sighted, or had some blemish. And 
it is your life, my boy, that you must live for yourself ; 
let it be brave and honorable and upright, and of service 
to your fellow-men. That is all the best of us can do.” 

“ It was fine to stand on the topmost round in every- 
thing ! And to be congratulated, envied ” 

His voice dropped a little. He had come from a 
wave of enthusiasm, and this was almost a dead sea 
level. If Honor were only here, and he called her. 

“Randolph,” said his grandfather, “we are all sure 
you will make a brave and true soldier. It begins, you 
remember, the first day you enter West Point, and ends 
only with your life. For we all take marching orders 


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from the greater Commander for our whole life, and then 
it comes down to other officers to whom one must render 
obedience.” 

My boy, I congratulate you heartily, since it is your 
wish,” and Dr. Carew placed his hand on his son’s 
shoulder ; glancing out of loving eyes. 

O, Randolph! ” exclaimed a glad voice, breaking 
the tense strain. Did you get it? ” 

He took the legal looking envelope out of his breast 
pocket, his face in a proud glow. His father opened it. 
•Honor had her arm around her brother and gave him a 
squeeze that went to his heart. Some one was proud of 
him. 

Yes, there was the appointment with the Washington 
imprint. Honor read while her father was hesitating. 

‘^Sir: You are hereby informed that the President 
has conditionally selected you for an appointment as 
Cadet of the United States Military Academy at West 
Point.” 

To think the President does this,” she interpolated. 

But it is the same for every cadet. And there is 
the other examination in June — but then I know I shall 
pass,” and he held his head with soldierly pride already, 
while his eyes sparkled. 

And when do you go? ” 

‘‘At the beginning of July.” 

“O, it is just splendid. I don’t want to be a boy, 
but I shall be proud and glad to have a soldier brother,” 
cried Honor enthusiastically. 

After that the talk became general. Then dinner was 
announced, and Reese added his approval, in a very 
boyish fashion. 

“I’m glad you are so nice and tall and you’ll just 
, make a splendid officer.” 


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If there is anything to be officer of, when I am 
through,” he returned laughingly. 

He lingered around that evening and at last found his 
mother alone. 

Dear mamma,” clasping his arms about her neck^ 
I am so sorry you can’t wish me joy and success in my 
choice. It takes all my heart. I really should not be 
good for anything else. It would be a fight all my life 
with myself. And papa consented.” 

‘^I am afraid you are looking at it on the romantic 
side. And oh, Randolph, I do wish you success. I shall 
be glad to have you put your best efforts in the calling 
since you have chosen it. I cannot be full of joy all at 
once, but I want you to be happy and lead an earnest, 
honorable life. You hardly realize what the years will 
be, for it is no child’s play.” 

No earnest work is child’s play. I have found that 
out. But I want your love and blessing and your 
interest while I am away. We have had such a happy 
life. There isn’t any one in the wide world I woufd 
change places with, only — we cannot always be chil- 
dren ’ ’ 

‘^My dear boy, no. And no matter what you were, 
a mother’s love could never fail. I dare say some time 

I shall be proud of your career ’ ’ 

There was a little tremble in her voice. He kissed 
her fondly. As they went on talking she was surprised 
by his strength of mind and his views of life’s purposes 
and aims. Somehow she had held herself rather aloof 
the past year, and her conscience upbraided her now. 
She had shown plainly that his desires were not hers, 
and he had come to keep them a good deal to himself. 

After all, he had been thoughtful not to flaunt them in 
grandpapa’s face and intensify his disappointment. Did 


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not his hardly nineteen years deserve some credit for 
bearing with patience the little touches of disapproval 
they had all given him ? 

O, my dear ! ” she cried with remorseful tenderness, 
‘^it is as your father has said — your life, and we have 
no right to turn it awry. If you can do better work on 
these lines it is our place to stand aside. But you seem 
so young to make an election.’^ 

^‘Bert Beaumanoir made his younger still,’’ and Dell 
felt the movement of the smile on the face pressed to 
hers. ‘^Four years will be long enough to convince me 
if I have made a mistake.” 

But you will owe the country eight years of duty, 
even if you find — ” 

If I have made a mistake, I shall find it out in a year 
or two. And now wish me Godspeed.” 

She gave her wishes with all love. A line of Jean 
Ingelow’s ran through her mind — 

« To bear, to rear, to lose.’* 

Yet had Aunt Julia lost her son even with all the crosses 
that had come in his life ? 

So Lyndell Carew accepted the counter current and 
turned her barque a little, that she might sail peacefully 
beside this young life going out on the greater ocean. 
Was it not what mothers had to do, mothers of sons espe- 
cially ? 

The spring had been very full of engagements and 
business for others, since she would not have been con- 
tent to narrow her life just to her own household. There 
were so many charming friends, there were delightful and 
famous people coming and going continually, there was 
the college to select for Honor. Millicent would be the 
home girl. 


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She was getting very tired and worn, losing her spirit 
of youth, her husband said, and then he decided to take 
her away from it all, on a second wedding journey. She 
began to count up the previous jaunts, and said it was at 
least the tenth. Why not wait until they had been mar- 
ried twenty-five years and celebrate that? It was so 
near. 

But I must go to London, you see. And I can’t leave 
you behind. I don’t dare trust you;” with a merry 
smile in his eyes and a tone in his voice she understood. 

She might have him after all the children had gone out 
of their lives, she suddenly prayed God to keep them for 
each other’s old age. 

Mr. and Mrs. Drayton came to the rescue. Hope sim- 
ply adored her beautiful little Cousin Florence. Honor 
and Reese would make a visit to Virginia. Uncle Archie 
asked Randolph to accompany him on a tour through 
the Canadas, and he would leave him at West Point. 
There really was no valid excuse. 

Lyndell felt now that it had been a delightful sum- 
mer’^ recreation. They had hunted up the English 
cousins that she had met in her girlhood and found them 
mothers and fathers of families. There had been a brief 
trip to the Continent. Some time she would take a more 
leisurely one with her girls. 


CHAPTER 11. 


INNER AND OUTER DISCORDS. 

^"T^O get a house settled so that it was full of the spirit 
of living and not merely furniture, beauty, and good 
taste; although Lyndell Carew had learned that taste 
was one thing this year and another thing next, and 
with a few exceptions the canons were variable. Milli- 
cent Drayton was never in a hurry to take up new things ; 
she gave a little touch to the old or changed them about 
and all was harmony again. Elegant people came and 
went, poorer but refined people came and lingered, and 
came again and took home with them some tenderer 
thought for the class below them. Now and then a push- 
ing person tried to crowd into the higher ranks. 

<< After all Mrs. Drayton is awfully conservative,” 
some one would say. She doesn’t really help you on 
in society. You are never invited to meet just the peo- 
ple you want to know. You don’t get up into the higher 
circles.” 

<^Then you should be poor, or a genius; that would 
appeal to her sense of philanthropy,” a friend replied. 

‘^Philanthropy is a great humbug ! I want good din- 
ners and elegant receptions, and to meet people it is a 
pleasure to talk about. But if you take a hand in any 
great charity, you are dropped when the occasion is 
over. ’ ’ 

Dell wondered at times how MiUicent could hold her 
way so royally, and not make blunders, not bring to- 

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gather the people who jarred. She did this herself now 
and then. 

^^But you are so eager to do good to everyone,” 
Millicent replied with an excusing sort of smile. I take 
up a few people at a time and study them. I cannot 
always take them at their own estimate, either. So many 
people really believe they were born for the grand work of 
the world. They want to build a fine or beautiful tem- 
ple without any foundation.” 

And some are always laying foundations that no plan 
seems to fit.” 

Lyndell Carew gave a short half laugh that had a 
sound of discomfiture in it. 

They were in Millicent’s pretty room that was not quite 
a study, though there were plenty of books in it, and her 
writing desk was always open, but beside it was her 
pretty willow work-basket with a bit of dainty airy looking 
sewing. Lyndell had' dropped into the Morris chair. 
There was a cozy Turkish lounge and several other in- 
viting seats, a grand, shadowy palm in one corner, and a 
pot of lovely pink carnations that diffused a fragrant 
odor. 

Mrs. Drayton always kept some time for herself, when 
it was understood that she was engaged. She still did 
literary work, but she had a graceful kindly fashion of 
turning over many of her opportunities to younger hands 
who were overjoyed to find standing room in the great 
world. Lyndell came in frequently with points to dis- 
cuss, plans to talk over, and little worries to confess. 

Mrs. Drayton raised her eyes and studied Dell with lov- 
ing sympathy. Then she asked in a half amused tone. 

What doesn’t fit now? Perhaps your superstructure 
is too ambitious.” 

Lyndell looked young and fresh. Her journey with 


1 8 A SHERBURNE INHERITANCE. 

her husband had done her a world of good. The brown 
eyes had taken on the brightness of her later girlhood, 
her complexion was clear and fine with pink tints, and 
one’s first impression was that she was almost at the be- 
ginning of life. 

It is your namesake, Milly. I had hoped — ” the 
mother made a long pause. Milly, did you know just 
what to do with Nora? ” 

No, I did not,” with a tender frankness. You re- 
member we were afraid she might marry wrongly, indeed 
I felt I was in no hurry to have her marry for years. I 
wanted her myself. She had grown into such an affec- 
tionate daughter and she was fond of the children. In- 
deed she has 'and does seem more like a sister to me. 
And really, her marriage when it did come appeared to 
be taken out of my hands. It has been a very happy 
one, and though Nora hasn’t a bit of genius of any kind, 
she is a delightful wife and mother, and was a lovely 
daughter to the two old people.” 

But she is accomplished and intelligent, quite a 
superior woman. Well, that ought to give me some 
comfort ; ” and her voice had a more hopeful accent. 

Are you in the Vale of Despondency? You really 
don’t look it. And is Millicent — have you come to the 
time of lovers? ” 

Thank heaven, no! The idea of Millicent having 
a lover I ” Lyndell laughed with cheerful amusement. 

^^What then? It doesn’t seem to me that Millicent 
ought to be a care. She is so sweet and yielding, per- 
haps has not quite enough self-assertion, and has a most 
amiable temper. She is very young for her years, but 
we need not hurry the children into maturity.” 

I wish they need not be hurried into anything. I’ve 
been so happy with them as little children. Perhaps 


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I’m not fitted to be the mother of grown up sons and 
daughters. ’ ’ 

There was a sense of discouragement in her tone. 

^^Lyndell, you have no business with dissatisfaction. 
Randolph is a son of whom any mother might be proud^ 
or perhaps he would appeal more strongly to a fa- 
ther ” 

But Bertram was disappointed,” interposed Dell 
quickly. Of course he would not confess it.” 

Lyndell, do you suppose we have a right to manage 
our children’s lives for the years to come?” 

Millicent glanced up with sweet seriousness, yet there 
was a slight expression of disapprobation. 

Dell drew a long breath. ‘^No,” she answered can- 
didly. And after having accepted the fact and know- 
ing that Randolph has started proudly on his new career 
I ought not refer to it, I suppose. O, Millicent, I am 
very unreasonable,” and a sad half smile crossed her 
face. My boy chose his way — I suppose I did keep 
him out of my confidence, for I hoped the least said 
about it the better. And I felt sorry for grandpapa, 
whose namesake he is. But Bertram insists that he 
would not have made a first-class physician, and he 
thinks the world is too full of second and third rate 
doctors. We know what a fiasco Edward Sherburne 
made. I feel assured if Randolph finds he does not like 
a soldier’s life as well as he thought he will have manli- 
ness enough to confess it. But he does love it. In spite 
of hard training he is full of enthusiasm.” 

Then why can you not be satisfied ? You have had 
eighteen happy years of his life, and he has been a brave, 
fine boy. I hope Carew may do as well. Think of the 
sons who through later boyhood have given many a heart- 
ache.” 


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I ought to be thankful; ” and there was a mistiness 
in Dell’s eyes as well as a tremor in her voice. ‘^And 
I am thankful. Yet it wasn’t my son I meant to talk 
about. He has the strong will of the Sherburnes. And 
here is Millicent grown to womanhood, but a child in 
heart, with no especial wants or wishes, no strong char- 
acteristics, and now what shall I do with her? ” 

There was a very real anxiety in the face so full of 
strength and vigor that one would have said in a mo- 
ment or two she would know what to do with every- 
thing. 

‘‘With sweet, gentle Milly ! Lyndell, what do you 
want to do with her?” in surprise. “A daughter like 
that ought to nestle close in the mother’s heart. Why, I 
can’t imagine a lovelier thing than a grown daughter to 
share one’s daily life and thoughts and occupations. 
And since Honor has her mind fixed on some career, 
Milly ought to be dearer than ever. ’ ’ 

“ She is very dear to me,” and now the mother’s eyes 
overflowed with the real tears. “You know how Aunt 
Neale claimed her. She said once the second great dis- 
appointment of her life w^as that the doctor’s wife should 
die so young. She had counted on a family of children 
and among them one girl she could claim as her very 
own. It was so queer there should be twins ; ” and now 
Lyndell smiled through her tears. “When Honor came 
I felt she was all mine, and she was a great joy to me. 
Grandmamma did not spoil Milly, she was always good 
and sweet and tractable. Randolph seemed to take the 
strength and wilfulness and love of mischief. They are 
no more alike than if they belong to different families. ’ ’ 

“ Millicent seems two or three years younger than her 
brother. Yet I think it is a good thing. There is no 
stage so sweet as this unfolding of girlhood, the first 


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21 


blossom time of the woman. What about her puzzles, 
you, Dell?’’ 

The tender sympathy in the tone went to the heart of 
Lyndeli Carew. 

A great many things,” she returned gravely. I be- 
lieve I like strong characters, people who have decided 
ideas and wants and plans, people that you can help or 
advise, who can take hold of living with an earnest pur- 
pose, who want to do something with themselves. Then 
there are the people you can lift up and out, and help to 
develop, but when one is content to stand still and seems 
to have no aim to life — I think I have inherited a good 
deal of the Sherburne vim and resolution.” 

They both laughed at that. To both minds came the 
remembrance of Dell’s early girlhood, the strong hand 
of Aunt Aurelia, the wilful, ease loving Leonard, taking 
his own way, the disputes and misunderstandings and 
obstinacies, and all the imperfections of youth. 

Yes,” said Mrs. Drayton presently, ^‘Millicent must 
be your home girl. And you must not forget, Dell, that 
she views things with the eyes of youth and inexperience. 
Didn’t you have some vague, wild plans? ” 

I believe I did. Every year or two I arranged my 
life on a new basis, and the real life was different from 
any of them. It has been very happy too ” a bright 
color suffusing the face and giving a tender light to the 
eyes. ^^But Milly has no plans, no especial desires that 
I can find out. She has a sweet voice and is fond of 
music, but is not a musical enthusiast ; she has not been 
a brilliant student I must confess, yet she is a fairly well 
educated girl, a very good French and German scholar. 
She paints and sketches without being a genius. She has 
pretty manners, an extremely amiable temper and is up 
to the average of looks. She does not care for society 


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she is the kind of girl to be generous with her money, to 
relieve any poverty or suffering that she can without giv- 
ing of her real self. She will never be a philanthropist. 
She is just an ordinary girl.'’ 

‘^You cannot have them all extraordinary, Dell. 
Think of Alice Lepage. We considered her rather weak 
in character, you know. Did Providence interpose and 
send her a splendid lover?” smiling a little. ‘^You 
helped her to discern the true purpose of existence and she 
has developed into a lovely woman. Ethel had a good 
deal of character but was supremely selfish, and has 
made her god society. I think sometimes you lose sight 
of the fact that all people are not as energetic, as earnest 
in the work of humanity, and have not your executive 
ability. We have different gifts. And there are some 
flowers that are slow in coming into bloom.” 

Who was it said that one of the signs of on-coming 
age was to talk of the past and insist that it was better 
than the present. When I think of our girlhood it does 
^eem as if it had more real purpose in it.” 

‘^All the purposes do not come to light at twenty. 
Some of the best lie hidden for years. So let Millicent 
v/ait a little. Let her have a nice time with young 
friends.” 

But she hasn’t any young friends. Honor had the 
house full of them. They laughed and chaffed and 
studied, and had dreams and plans, they sang and 
danced, they had opinions of books and almost quarreled 
over them. Millicent does not seem to care. I suppose ’ ’ 
— ^rather ruefully — ought to give a tea for her and 
launch her into society. But somehow I don’t seem to 
Lnow many young people. ’ ’ 

^^Then let us have the tea here.” 

I mean the young people I know best are the work- 


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23 


ers, and I am afraid I could not make a wise selection, 
even if I could get Millicent interested in them. Then 
they would not really be society. If she must be orna- 
mental for the next few years she may as well be set in a 
garden of flowers at once. I want her to be happy, to be 
useful, to grow, to expand in the channels of true wisdom.’^ 

The elder Millicent smiled a little. Lyndell was 
strenuous and somewhat given to mapping out the lives 
of others. Often her ways were better, and sometimes 
when the bitter fruit had been eaten and brought its own 
suffering the individual came back to her in penitence. 
There were many people in the world who had to learn 
by an experience of their own. 

It was delightful talking over family relations. What 
the Amorys were doing, how dear Ray Stanwood had 
grown to her father, for Aunt Julia had slipped quietly 
out of life and now they two were alone. But Uncle 
Archie was taking a warm interest in Randolph Carew, 
and his enthusiastic letters were a great pleasure. For 
the young fellow could write more freely to him, since he 
knew all about West Point life. 

<‘We were just wondering about you, mamma,” ex- 
claimed Millicent Carew, as her mother entered the hall. 

Luncheon is ready, and for a wonder papa is home. 
Will you come at once ? ” 

^^Yes, dear,” said her mother, going up the softly 
carpeted stairs, while the daughter turned in the opposite 
direction. Honor would have flung her arms about her 
mother’s neck and kissed her fondly, warmly, and per- 
haps have been just as effusive to the next comer. Milli- 
cent was not demonstrative, though she had loved grand- 
mamma with the very depth of her soul. 

Lyndell Carew was still thinking about her daughter. 
She was more disappointed than she had confessed to 


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Millicent Drayton, and sorely puzzled as wdl. She 
hated to have this sweet fair girl in the ranks of medi- 
ocrity. As she had said she wanted her to have some 
aim in life, she had half hoped a genius of some kind. 
There were so many people in the world doing things 
well, painting pictures, writing verses and stories who 
would never attain to any great eminence. Still, that 
was better than no aim. Then there were young women 
distinguishing themselves on educational lines and works 
of benevolence. Or if — she shrank from the thought — 
it was unmotherly and she loved her children next to her 
husband — nothing could ever rise above that love ; if 
there could be a few years of ardent affection, mother 
and daughter life, lovely home life, such as there had 
been with Tessy Beaumanoir. 

‘^Perhaps I have not gone down to the grand secrets 
of living,” she mused as she gave her hair a pull and a 
pat, and put on a white mull tie. may be too impa- 
tient. We do not have everything at once.” But she 
was feeling as if most things had slipped from her grasp, - 
except her husband’s love. f 

The dining-room was bright and cheerful with two ' 
stands of blooming flowers and the table dainty and re- 
fined, with the greenery of delicate ferns at the centre. 
Dr. Carew glanced up smilingly and gave a slight turn 
of the head. She came and kissed him. 

Florence sprang up and caught her mother around the 
waist and kissed her rapturously. 

I was afraid you were not coming home. And then 
I shouldn’t have seen you all day ! ” said the child in a 
tone of prospective regret. 

‘‘You have large anticipation which is not a good way 
to measure disappointment,” exclaimed her father laugh- 
ingly. 


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‘^But it’s a long day without mamma.” 

‘^And you don’t often have me at luncheon time,” 
subjoined her father with mock reproach. 

<^But your plate and napkin ring are there. And 
sometimes I kiss it good-bye ; ” flushing and glancing up 
shyly. 

<‘It must have a good many kisses saved up for me. 
Where did you put them when I was abroad ? ’ ’ 

‘‘O, I kept them all in my heart. That’s why there 
were so many of them.” 

Reese had smiled and nodded. Millicent had glanced 
up with serene grace. Lyndell poured the tea and said 
she had spent all the morning with Aunt Millicent. O, 
had she seen Hope? ” 

Why no, child, Hope was in school.” 

Can I go and see her a little while this afternoon? 
just half an hour to practice a duet.” 

Yes,” answered her mother. 

Then the doctor had something to ask about a nurse 
who was wanted at the babies’ hospital. Dell promised 
to look her up and give the message. 

As the talk went on, broken by little interruptions from 
the children, Lyndell glanced at her daughter furtively, 
though she would have preserved the same serenity if the 
glance had been direct. She was fair with pale golden 
hair and soft brown eyes that had a curious pathos in 
them, as if there was something in life she had not yet 
found. They were belied by the complacent little mouth 
and delicately rounded chin. The forehead was rather 
low, of the shape one sees in the Clyde and the hair was 
a little wavy, generally banded lightly above her ears. 
In some women the straight nose with the thin nostfils 
would have been haughty. Many a girl with these 
charms of youth would have posed for a beauty. The 


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face lacked something — was it animation, earnestness? 
Honor was less pretty, more piquant, but her face 
changed with every word, every thought, even if it was 
not expressed. 

What are you smiling about? Reese would ask. 

Did I smile? I was only thinking.’^ 

‘‘You do have the funniest thoughts.’* 

“I am packed full of nonsense inside,” Honor would 
declare with a laugh. 

She had many things beside nonsense in her large, 
warm heart. They missed her so much. Yes, it was 
hard to have the children grow up and away from you. 

“ Milly,” she said half an hour later, “ don’t you 
want to drive over to Miss Aitken’s with me and then to 
the hospital? Afterwards we might make some calls.” 

Millicent had settled herself in her room already and 
was working on the cover of a sofa cushion. This room 
in the new house — they had ceased to call it that — had 
always been hers, and adjoined that of dear Aunt Neale’s. 
Everything had been kept just the same, and the old 
doctor often came here for moments of retrospect. 
Millicent liked the portiere to be always drawn so she 
could glance in, she could cheat herself into believing 
grandmamma sat there. Timid about some things she 
had no superstitious feeling here. On the other side a 
room in which Honor and baby Florence had beds, and 
now Honor was away and baby Florence was a big 
girl. Dell was often sorry there was not another baby to 
fill the place. 

The girl glanced up with her needle of bright silk in 
her hand. There was a vague expression, hardly regret, 
as she said in a soft tone — 

“ O, mamma, you know I don’t like hospitals and that 
sort of thing. And this cushion is for Honor’s Christ- 


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27 


mas. I want to get it done before I undertake anything 
•else. It will so soon be Christmas. And there are the 
things for Flossy’s Fair. I really haven’t time.” 
thought you might like the drive.” 

‘‘It’s clouding up, and I don’t believe it will be very 
pleasant. I oughtn’t have been a doctor’s daughter and 
granddaughter.” 

The tone had a quiet decision in it, and she went on 
with her work. She cared for so few outside matters. 
She was not wide in her sympathies. 

The mother gave a sigh under her breath and went her 
way. Yes, Honor had been the leading spirit. Where 
liad she made a mistake in her child’s training? What 
must she do to rouse her ? For no human being had any 
right to lose herself in trifles when there was a great 
hungry world crying for help of all kinds. 


CHAPTER HI. 


TRYING THE WORLD. 

AyTISS GRACE OLMSTEAD was in one sense a 
protegee of Mrs. Drayton’s. Mr. Olmstead had 
come to New York on business, and being a widower, had 
brought his daughter, who had finished her school life. 
Mrs. Kenneth had known the mother years before, and 
they had found a pleasant boarding-place for them, 
though Mr. Olmstead was compelled to be away a good 
deal. 

Between Margaret, Princess and Ruth they had made 
the young girl feel very much at home. And then she 
had fallen in love with Mrs. Drayton with the fervor of 
girlhood. 

Mrs. Drayton said to her namesake : am going to 

give a tea for you and Miss Olmstead. You must come 
in your prettiest gown and most charming manners, and 
do me credit.” 

^‘O, Aunt Millicent, I feel strange in a crowd. I be^ 
lieve I do not really care for society. Everybody seems 
to have so many ideas and I have so few. I’m not bright 
and gay like Honor. O, why don’t you wait until Honor 
comes home for vacation ? ’ ’ 

Honor is a schoolgirl still, and you must begin to 
think that you have some duties to the world. You will 
be a delightful companion for your mother during these 
years while Honor is away. And you must make some 
young friends for yourself.” 


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TRYING THE WORLD. 


29 


Millicent did not reply. It was hard to get on with 
such a temperament, and Aunt Milly understood Dell’s 
disappointment. This was a new characteristic in the 
family. All the girls had been bright and enthusiastic, 
eager for fun and frolic, ready for any pleasure. 

But there was no possible excuse to be offered. And 
Millicent Carew looked really pretty in her gown of soft 
white silk and pale pink roses. Miss Olmstead was dark 
and scarcely pretty at all, but she had fine eyes and a 
very vivacious manner. Society ways came natural to 
her. 

Altogether it was a rather brilliant function. When 
the short winter day drew to a close and the lights added 
their resplendence, and the young men began to drop in, 
it was a gay scene. Professor Kenneth and his dainty, 
pretty wife, Ned Beaumanoir, who was beginning to look 
almost as wise as the professor. Princess said, and Ber- 
tram, who had shot up into a tall young fellow, very good 
looking, too, if not as handsome as his elder brother, kept 
up the family dignity he declared. Miss Olmstead was 
just spendid he thought. Milly was pretty, but she 
couldn’t hold a candle to Honor for fun and good times. 

Then there was a dainty dinner for the young people, 
and a dance in the evening, and so Miss Millicent Carew 
was drawn into the vortex of society. How could Miss 
Olmstead be so gay and so pleased with everything ! 
How could Miss Ensign continually take an interest in 
schools and poor children and concerts and pictures and 
people of every degree and kind ! Aunt Milly was cor- 
dial with everybody, it seemed, and Cousin Princess was 
delightful but really wrapped up in her husband. Ber- 
tram was very fond of teasing her, and she was not sure 
she enjoyed it, for she could never think of anything to 
say back quick enough to make a point. 


A SHERBURNE INHERITANCE, 


3G 


Then Honor came home and everything was in a 
whirl. She was taller, brighter than ever, and in love 
with college life, adoring her mother when she was not 
caressing her father. It seemed an overflow of affection. 

‘‘Milly, you are cold and stiff,’’ she cried one day. 
‘‘You haven’t a bit of enthusiasm in you. What makes 
you so queer ? ” 

“I don’t know. I suppose I was bom so.’^ 

“ Then I’d be reincarnated ! I’d get up some spirit. 
While everybody else is gay you sit silent as if you didn’t 
quite approve.” 

“ Why — you can all do as you like and laugh as much 
as you choose. I don’t interfere.” 

“There, I’ve hurt you, I know. I’m awfully sorry. 
But I wish you had more real heart in things ; ” and the 
younger’ s voice touched a beseeching chord. 

“I can’t make myself care for what does not inspire 
me at all. I wish things did touch me, interest me. I 
wish I loved fun and thought of merry things to say. 
Don’t be angry. Honor, but sometimes they sound so fool- 
ish — tinkling cymbals come into my mind.” 

“It is the province of youth to be silly. It is the 
sweetness of it, too. 

“ ‘ Roses are sweet, but they wither and fade, 

So will the brightness of youth ; 

Yet no one cares much for the wisdom of age 
With its flavor of ripening truth.’ ” 

sang the gay girl. 

Millicent was looking out of the window. The lot was 
deep for a city lot, there was an arbor that in summer 
rioted with bloom, running roses, pink, red and white, 
and morning-glories in gorgeous coloring. There were 
two trees, a crab-apple and pear, kept for their profusion 
of bloom, and the kind of hedge they made at the foot of 


TRYING THE WORLD. 


31 


the lot, shutting out neighbors. Everything was dry and 
leafless now, even the grass had a sort of gray withered 
look. She liked it all the spring and summer ; it was 
pretty even in the early fall, but now it fretted her, and 
yet she could not help looking at it. Other things fretted 
her and she could not help thinking of them, at least she 
thought she could not. 

^^Miliy, study up and enter college with me. There 
are so many varieties to girls, they do things from so 
many motives. And it gives you such grand glimpses of 
the outside world. I am afraid you will make your life 
too narrow. I should like to be something — a good deal 
like mamma, only I am more self-loving. Perhaps, too, 
that is one of the accompaniments of youth. I want to 
have a good time as well. Have you decided yN\i2Xyou 
want? ” 

‘‘You know I do not love to study, and am slow at it. 
I care the most for music, it soothes me; but I don’t like 
those noisy things, and to see one’s fingers racing up and 
down the piano ! ” 

“You do play beautifully,” in the pause. Honor 
felt a little self-condemned. She had found a good deal 
of fault with Millicent, yet she was glad to praise. 

“Yes, take up music with a purpose ” 

“There isn’t any purpose to my life,” fretfully. “I 
hate to be thinking of purposes and plans. I like em- 
broidery — it just goes on with turnings like a stream run- 
ning through a vale, in and out, shading itself exquisitely 
with the trees, the sky, the soft shadows and not rushing 
off to the sea.” 

“You should have been a poet.” 

Millicent flushed, then her lip curled in a little dis- 
dain^ She thought she would much rather be very 
beautiful. 


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Aunt Millicent is the only real genius in the family. 
I should like to be one. She did not begin very young 
either. I mean to try for some of the prizes of life. I 
haven’t quite made up my mind. I could travel and 
write a book. I like all the little things of nature. And 
I’m very fond of people. It’s interesting to watch their 
faces and listen and guess at their motives. Perhaps I 
may write a novel some day.” 

She looked so bright and eager. Her hair was like a 
ripe chestnut in tint and rippled all over her head. Her 
eyes were dark and quite indescribable, they had so many 
colors in them, and her mood seemed to make them 
brown or blue or black, never one clear color but sug- 
gesting it, and nearly always merry, yet they had a re- 
semblance to her mother’s. 

‘‘Was that papa’s voice ? He promised I should go out 
with him. Yes, in one moment,” calling down the 
stairs, and then she hurried into her fur coat, just saying 
a laughing, “by, by.” 

Millicent rose, took a book off the dressing-table and 
another off the chair, and a handkerchief from the bed. 
How careless Honor was ! She had been trained in old- 
fashioned habits of order and neatness. Grandmamma 
Carew had never been “fussy.” Honor once said every- 
thing of hers knew its place and never came out of it. 
And then old age has so much leisure. Millicent liked 
the order and harmony and she had grown into settled 
ways, unusual for youth. And since grandmamma had 
gone she had come to like her own ways as if she was 
keeping them in tender reverence of somebody. She 
thought at times that grandpapa had almost forgotten. 
She would have liked him to haunt the room, to feel 
there was nothing quite so dear, but his remembrances 
were in the old home of their youth and middle life. 


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33 


For the rest he clung to his son, the tender cheerful 
physician who could minister to the mind as well as the 
body, and the next strong affection was creeping into his 
heart for earnest, enthusiastic Reese. 

She sat down with her embroidery. This was a table 
scarf for Aunt Millicent. She liked it better than paint- 
ing, it was so clean and neat. She kept her silks straight 
and they never tangled. She did the wrong side of her 
work almost as beautifully as the right. In the few 
things she really loved she was very thorough. 

Honor had unwittingly stabbed down to the secret 
depths in her careless, light-hearted way. She wanted 
to think it over now. You should have been a poet.” 
And Honor knew she was not. If she had said, You 
are a poet,” for after all poetry didn’t always mean 
rhymes. No one had ever said that. Their mother had 
too true an appreciation of real genius to seize on any 
ardent desire for the gift itself, though if she could have 
chosen a birthright for Millicent it would have been 
that. 

They had all made rhymes in play, Randolph’s gener- 
ally being of the ridiculous sort. Honor, her mother 
said, would go half a mile for a rhyme. 

^^And find it, too,” the girl would answer brightly. 

You see I don’t mind about the feet, for the lines man- 
age to hold each other up.” 

When grandmamma had gone out of her life and her 
father and mother were abroad, Millicent had yielded 
herself to a sweet delusive and yet ambitious dream. 
Love and sorrow and loneliness stirred the very depth 
of her being. There was a voice of melody within her 
that must find words, a power before which she fell into 
throbs of ecstasy. Everything spoke to her, not in a 
new tongue exactly, but as if she were empowered to 


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34 A SHERBURNE INHERITANCE. 

translate the mysterious depths of the soul. Her brain 
seemed in a flash of living light. And she wrote — wild, 
detached verses, tender, pathetic ones, all the longings of 
love and sorrow, knowing very little about the first, and 
quite assured in her mind that the second was the true 
atmosphere of poesy. Many an ardent, imaginative girl 
has passed through the same experience to be roughly 
disillusioned by some unnecessarily sharp criticism. 

Millicent would have been by far too shy to bring out 
these phantoms of her brain for any one's inspection. 
They were really fragments and might have been the 
kindling of true poetic spirit in some souls with resolution 
enough to push forward. She wanted to be full grown 
at once; she lacked perseverance in many things. 

They were at the seaside, out on the south shore of 
Long Island. Mr. Drayton had joined the little house- 
hold, and added a new zest to every pleasure. He had 
brought with him a volume of recently published poems 
whose author by a rare charm, strong, vivid, tender, had 
made his mark on the hearts of the cultured reading 
public by his simplicity at once felicitous and touching. 

The elders were in a little group on the sands. Soft 
grayish white clouds went drifting about the sky, deep- 
ening in the west where the sun was obscured. The tide 
had turned and was coming in with the slow monotone 
that was almost like an accompaniment to the well 
trained and sympathetic voice. 

Mr. Drayton closed the book presently. His small 
audience had been deeply moved. 

*‘That is true poetry,” he said, not the singing of 
an idle voice for mere pastime. If ever I wrote verses I 
should want them of the finest order, at least if I ex- 
pected to offer them to the world and truly cared for 
approval.” 


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35 


^‘They are exquisite,” said his wife, of power 

and sweetness.” Then she smiled a little. ‘‘But I re^ 
member a time when you were quite sure 7 could write 
poetry because I had an inspiration in a little cradle 
song.” 

“ I think I have amply redeemed that error of judg- 
ment and loving partiality,” he returned. “ One can ex- 
cuse lovers for all manner of nonsense so long as their 
lucubrations are not given to the public. You were wise 
in not marring an excellent reputation.” 

If Aunt Millicent with all her study and experience as: 
a writer of books and delightful stories and criticisms, 
could not venture upon poetry, how could an untrained girl 
just out of school attempt it ? Millicent Carew’s ambi- 
tious dreams seemed to fall from their resplendent height 
and evaporate in the sand at her feet. When she gained 
courage she glanced at them and consigned them to the 
flames with a feeling of bitter self-scorn. She was not a 
poet. Yet the disappointment was keen, for she loved 
all beautiful things and the phases of nature moved her 
deeply. 

So it happened that a sweet dream and longing went 
out of her life. When mamma came back she and papa 
were like lovers, jealous of the golden moments. She 
had never been Reese’s chum, and as her mother said, she 
had no real girl friends, only acquaintances. There were 
so many dropped threads for Lyndell Carew to take up, 
letters to write to the absent children, that at first she did 
not note how Millicent had slipped out of the inner 
living, while the outer was satisfactory enough. Milli- 
cent had no resentful ways, and a certain sense of duty 
as a daughter ; a sweet sense with all the affection there 
had been in the household. 

But she lived too much within herself. She did not 


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tinderstand that she was weary of her own rather narrow 
personality, and yet she kept clinging to it as one some- 
times does to a great sorrow. She went to an extreme 
of self -depreciation that was more pride than humility. 
She was no genius ; she had no rare gift. Even if she 
were beautiful, and a little more of something might have 
helped ! That again was self. Lyndell Carew had 
always been so much interested in the lives of those 
about her, and the lives of those she could benefit, that 
she supposed any child of hers must inherit the same 
breadth. 

She could see the difference so plainly between the 
two girls in this little vacation time. Honor was for 
sharing everything, Millicent thought she had nothing to 
share. Honor went to the Working Girls’ Club one 
^evening and told them what a girl’s college was like, and 
of ambitious girls with some gift who had worked their 
way through, of fun and frolics, harmless ones, and 
friendships. 

Miss Honor, you’re so much like your mother,” 
said one girl, pressing her hand. ^Ht’s just a treat to 
hear you.” 

They’re very interesting,” Honor confessed to Milli- 
oent. They say so many quaint, honest things. They 
are so eager to learn. If I had your time, Milly ” — 
■studying her sister with an intent glance. 

‘^You would do a great many things in line with 
mamma. I haven’t the gift. I couldn’t talk as you did 
to-night.” 

There was no jealousy in the tone. Rather it began 
in despondency and ended in admiration. 

^^But you could give them an hour’s music some 
night. And you could read — you are a fine reader.” 
haven’t the sort of courage.” 


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37 


courage!” in a provoked tone. It simply 
wants will, resolution 1 ” 

<< I haven’t that kind of will or resolution.” 

Milly, you are a sort of sixteenth century girl. One 
can imagine you in a high tower among the maids of 
some countess working tapestry and attending tourna- 
ments and going to vespers. You have come in the 
world too late.” 

‘^1 think I have,” the elder murmured in her 
soul. She was not in harmony with the activities of 
the day. 

Mamma, what do you suppose Millicent will do with 
her life ? ” asked Honor. I am glad I had the am- 
bition to want a college training, even if I shouldn’t ever 
be a grave professor or president. Papa won’t agree to 
my studying medicine, and I may never reach any great 
eminence, but I do mean to be of some service in the 
world.” 

Millicent has hardly settled to anything yet. Do 
you not suppose I want one home girl if you are going 
to try the great world ? ’ ’ 

O mamma, I shall be yours, too; I shall have to 
come and help you with the girls. There will be so 
many in four or five years.” 

Her mother kissed her fervently, and thought of the 
other girl whose caresses lacked spontaneity. 

‘‘When the holidays are over I must set myself to 
cultivating her,” and the mother’s heart went out to the 
first-born daughter. 

Christmas was a day of so many joys. Randolph’s 
letter in the morning and a box with a gift to each one, 
their own exchange, the remembrance of relatives and 
friends, the dinner, the many things outside that needed 
some supervision, ail full of fervor and brightness. They 


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missed Randolph, but the Professor and Princess, Ned 
and Bertram Beaumanoir swelled the circle. 

Early the next week an invitation surprised them. 
Pearl Amory’s engagement had been announced and the 
wedding set for the regular bridal time, after Easter. 
But one of the secretaries of the embassy at Paris having 
been compelled to resign on account of ill health, Mr. 
Allison had accepted the appointment, and they were to 
sail the middle of January. There would be a grand 
church wedding, a reception at Willard’s, and the bride 
would leave the same evening for New York, sailing the 
next day. 

Pearl has had a lovely girl’s life,” commented Mrs. 
Drayton. For a beauty I, think she is the most un- 
spoiled girl I ever saw. For a person whose life has 
been one round of pleasure and admiration, she has 
managed to give a great deal of delight as well. She 
and Violet have had most delectable times. How much 
her mother will miss her ! And little Daisy, growing up 
rapidly bids fair to be an artistic genius. So her father 
will be gratified. ’ ’ 

And Mr. Allison is a very fine man. You could not 
imagine Pearl marrying a poor man, it would really be a 
life thrown away, and some of the rich young men of to- 
day are very frivolous and pleasure-seeking, quite as 
much so as the girls. It is quite refreshing to meet 
some one with a purpose to life, and means to carry out 
many of the higher ideas,” returned Lyndell. 

I have thought a good deal of the gospel to the rich, 
preached now and then with such fervor. When men 
listen to the broader call of humanity and realize their 
stewardship, wealth is put to its rightful uses, not kept 
for merely selfish purposes. And these are the men to 
take a warm interest in their country’s welfare, they 


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carry weight. Pearl will grace any sphere. I am glad 
she waited to find a true mate.” 

It had been a very satisfactory engagement to the 
AmOrys, for Mr. Allison was a rising man of broad cul- 
ture and uprightness, a fine citizen, having an ardent 
love for his native land, after having traveled through 
other countries in a most observant fashion. And though 
Pearl had been a belle of several seasons, she had grown 
richer by the experience, tempered as it had been by the 
judicious care of her mother. 

Her father had said — Pearl’s mission in the world is 
to shine, and she does it so radiantly that the space 
about her is warmed and made beautiful for the enjoy- 
ment of others. She is diffusive with rare wisdom, or,” 
smiling, ‘^out of an overflowing heart. Many kinds are 
needed in this great world, and a beautiful and gracious 
woman is no less God’s work than a beautiful flower, and 
may prove a beneficent right to the gift.” 

Violet had written a fond letter to Lyndell. 

We want all the aunts and cousins we can muster,” 
she said. It will seem like a break to have a marriage 
out of the old church, but the change would come some 
time. So many of our old Virginia friends and relatives 
are gone, and the new ones are more especially the 
friends of Leonard’s children, who will grow up to take 
our places. I often think of the old life, Dell, until it 
seems like a romance that must have happened to other 
people, it has had so many strange ramifications. Did 
you ever think that presently we shall be the old people, 
and our children the active members? Sometimes I 
wish I could hold the others back and keep them 
children.” 

It was a half pang in Lyndell’ s heart as well, and she 
was glad she was not alone in the thought. She said to 


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Violet after the wedding that she believed the happiest 
time in a mother’s life was when her children were grow- 
ing up, before they had ceased to be all hers. 

suppose I could go,” began Honor, ^^and then I 
should want to stay and visit, and the journey home and 
back to college would be all the way up Heartbreak 
Hill.” 

^^Pooh! Honor, your heart isn’t going to break so 
easily,” declared Reese. thought you were longing 
to get back, and would not mind the ascent of the hill 
difficulty.” 

‘‘There is nothing difficult, but lonely enough when 
you think of the others having a good time and you not 
in it. I hate to miss any good time. You never can 
get it back. Now, knowledge is so different. V/hat you 
don’t acquire to-day you can achieve to-morrow if you 
study hard enough.” 

“That won’t erase an imperfect mark, however.” 

“ I was merely pointing out the difference between fun 
and study. Mamma, how long will one need to be 
gone? ” 

‘ ‘ If you should take a night train ’ ’ 

“That’s rather hard,” said her father. “She must 
come home and we will all go together. It will break 
you three days. Honor.” 

“And right in the beginning of the term, just as one 
gets settled ! I suppose it will be a grand crush, and 
Pearl will look extraordinary lovely. But then there will 
be some handsome women left in the world. We may 
have one of our own,” glancing at Florence, who was 
intent upon transforming an orange into a rose set in 
yellow, and who never heeded the implied prediction. 
The mother gave a little twist to the corner of her mouth, 
she was too much amused to frown. 


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41 


you suppose beauty is really harmful ' asked 
the girl with the utmost gravity, though her eyes twinkled. 

Not if you do not make harm of it,” said the mother 
gently, for just then she caught grandpapa’s glance, and 
the same thing flashed through both minds, the talk 
about beauty when she was a little girl, and Doctor 
Carew saying every one ought to learn to make herself 
beautiful within and without. 

‘^I’ve often wondered,” began Honor sagely, <Hhat 
everybody wasn’t made beautiful. I'hen you see I should 
have been among them. No one could be vain or 
haughty or proud, for all would have stood on the same 
level. Haven’t I heard something about beauty being a 
Sherburne inheritance ? And we have missed it by being 
Carews.” 

Honor sprang up suddenly, and the next instant her 
arms were about her father’s neck. 

^^Dear papa,” half crying and half laughing, ^^I’d 
rather be your daughter than have all the beauty and the 
wealth in the world! And grandpapa is a handsome old 
man. And you — why there is nothing so lovely in the 
whole wide world ! ’ ’ 

She kissed him rapturously. It was some moments 
before he could get breath. 

Then you are not angry with mamma for marrying 
me? I think she might have had Uncle Len.” 

Angry! I’m always blundering about something. I 
can’t imagine mamma marrying any one else. And you 
are fine and splendid looking, so stout and strong and 
earnest and loving. After all, no one in Uncle Ten’s 
family is very handsome except Edward Sherburne, and 
perhaps Princess, — no, she is pretty. ’ ’ 

‘‘ The three older Sherburne women were very hand- 
some in their youth,” said grandpapa. ^^And their 


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aunt Miss Aurelia was the toast of the county in her girl- 
hood ; glancing at Lyndell, who believed that now, for 
in her old age she had made herself beautiful again by 
allowing love to glorify her in word, deed and thought. 

^‘Well, I don’t think Cousin Sherburne was so very 
splendid the winter he was here for all his good looks ! ” 
began Reese with a kind of indignant vigor. like 
Bertram ten times as well, and Cousin Ned, who is near- 
sighted and — and — well, you can’t call him handsome, 
but he’s charming for all that, and knows such lots of in- 
teresting things. Mamma, is a thirst for knowledge one 
of the Sherburne inheritances, for if it is. I’m glad of my 
half of the Sherburnes, and my other half is all papa.” 

Florence had finished her orange. She came and laid 
half of it on her mother’s plate. The other she took 
around to her father. 

^^You can’t divide hearts,” she said, ^^but did you 
•ever hear of any one having two hearts ? I think I have, 
so there is a whole one for each of you.” 

Her father smiled and kissed her fondly. 

The last part of the dessert was always very informal. 
They told jokes and gave riddles to each other, or some 
one rehearsed a witty poem. Reese declared it was the 
best part of the dinner, and Cousin Ned often dropped in 
for the bit of home life, sunshine and merriment. 

Millicent went to her room when they had dispersed. 
She was gratified that Pearl had asked her to be brides- 
maid. Now she took a survey of herself. She was 
slender and shapely, and she wished, oh so ardently, that 
the Sherburne inheritance of beauty had come to her as 
well as Pearl. Certainly mamma was a distinguished 
looking woman and had beautiful eyes. If hers were 
only darker and had that velvety look! If there was 
something more definite in her face, just a touch. If she 


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43 


could interest herself in everything as Honor did, make 
her cheeks flush and her eyes sparkle, her whole face 
light up. 

There was considerable discussion about the wedding. 
Millicent was to come for a visit and stay at least a week 
with Aunt Violet when the bride had gone. Cousin Ned 
insisted Aunt Milly should go out with him and choose 
a wedding present. His brother, Leonard, was to be 
one of the ushers. 

^^And of course he will add much more dignity and 
grace to the occasion,” laughed Ned. ‘‘Fve often half 
envied him his good looks and vivacity, for somehow I 
never know what to say when I get in a gay crowd.” 

‘^You keep out of the gay crowds so much. I do 
think you young men owe something to society. When 
I was a young woman the young men were anxious to 
please and entertain. They brought out their best. And 
it made life charming.” 

‘‘I don’t know what is considered best. I am not 
horsey or golfy. Most of the new dances are beyond me. 
I don’t run much to athletics. In fact, I am only fit for 
a musty professor and bookworm. I like the talks at 
your house and at the Kenneths’. And Mr. and Mrs. 
Phillips are delightful. I haven’t time for any more,” 
with a little laugh. And I do find life very enjoyable if 
it isn’t wide.” 

Princess Kenneth was making a charming intellectual 
circle about her husband. Columbia men admired her 
very much. Their evenings generally ended with two 
or three songs that lingered long in the hearts of the 
hearers. 

The New Year came in, and holidays were over. 
Honor went back to college, and in a few days decided 
that she would not waste her time on railroad trains, but 


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read the marriage service at high noon and imagine the 
rest. Stir up Milly/’ she wrote, ‘‘ and make her look as 
bright as possible. I’ve been thinking that Milly may 
turn out handsome after all. She lives too much from the 
interior as blondes are said to do. That isn’t original, 
and I do not believe it is quite true, but it sounds in- 
tellectual. Kiss the bride for me and I will write her a 
letter of good wishes.” 

Lyndell smiled a little. Yes, Millicent did need 
bringing out of the self that wrapped her so about. 
Was this reticence a family inheritance back to Aunt 
Aurelia? No one she could recall had been so self- 
centred. 

Pearl had insisted those nearest and dearest should be- 
stow only the simplest of gifts, something that could go 
over the ocean with her. 

dare say I shall be homesick many a time,” she 
said to Ray. Perhaps I shall weep a few salt tears for 
mamma when Mr. Allison is well out of sight. We have 
been almost like two girls, and I have had such a happy 
time. But you see she will be comforted by the others, 
and will soon have another daughter growing up. ’ ’ 

Ray was always one of the most welcome visitors at 
her aunt’s. 

The house was very gay. Two of the bridesmaids be- 
side Millicent had come for a few days, living at a dis- 
tance. The two girls came up from Beaumanoir, and 
Edward Sherburne was to be best man. 

Quite an imposing array it was, the bride in satin and 
a cloud of elegant lace. Daisy, the little flower maid, 
and the others in their picture hats, the two first in palest 
blossom pink, the next a shade deeper, and the last 
deeper still, like an unfolding rose. The church was 
crowded ; it was really the affair of the season, and the 


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45 


reception was quite magnificent. Then the beautiful bride 
disappeared, leaving a trail of newspaper glory behind. 

At the Amorys’ there was a family dinner with Mr. 
and Mrs. Beaumanoir, quite old people, the last of their 
generation. How many times they had been called to- 
gether on joyful occasions, so few in sorrow. Dell spoke 
of this to her husband. 

Yes; Providence has had us in its keeping. Let us 
give thanks for the blessings.” 

Ray’s marriage ought to be next,” said some one. 

^^But I haven’t any lover,” and Ray gave a bright 
laugh. am papa's sweetheart.” 


CHAPTER IV. 


IN A STUDIO. 

ATILLICENT CAREW sat painting in her uncle’s 
studio. He had been giving her a few lessons. 

^^What is worth doing at all is worth doing as well 
as you can,” he said. Force and earnestness may go 
even in the painting of a flower.” 

^^But I haven’t any real genius,” said the girl. 

Paul Amory laughed, but it was a soft, half-encourag- 
ing sound, and not meant to wound. 

Then why do you paint? ” 

** I don’t know, I’m sure. I like embroidering bet- 
ter. But mamma insisted that I should learn different 
things.” 

You have an ardent love for beauty of all kinds. 
You want strength. You want rousing.” 

Millicent is a rather curious compound,” the artist 
had said to his wife. 

‘‘You are almost as bad as Dell,” retorted Violet 
laughingly. “If a girl can paint a flower you want her 
to live according to the true artistic purposes of life, 
whether she understands them or not. ’ ’ 

“Not everybody can paint a flower. Many of them 
are daubs or shadows. And girls are mostly common* 
place at her age, I know.” 

“ Common things, ordinary things, ought to interest 
youth. It is natural. It would be rather hard to 
plunge at once into the stern realities of life. Pearl has 
been a delight to us without any genius of any kind,’* 
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47 


said the mother. She had missed her brightness sorely 
these few days ; but it was rather the sad consciousness 
that she could never belong in the same way to her 
again. 

Pearl had a genius for living,” said the father. 
never saw any one who lived more delightfully in every 
fibre of her being. But it is true that many people have 
no real hold on life. They drift along, and have no port 
in view. ” 

O, the years rouse them soon enough.” 

V/hen Millicent could do so well, Paul Amory believed 
she ought to and might do better. 

The waiter announced Mrs. Henderson. 

‘‘Are you ready for me? I came a little earlier on 
account of a change in my engagements. No, do not 
disturb yourself ” 

Millicent had risen, and her uncle thought she would 
make a striking picture of a nymph poised for flight, but 
she was uncertain whether to go or stay. 

“My niece. Miss Carew, Mrs. Henderson,” he ex- 
plained. 

“She was one of the bridesmaids. Yes, I remember 
her,” nodding with charming grace. 

“You will not disturb us, Millicent.” 

The girl took her seat at the easel again. She was 
trying to get the water in her vase to look clear and not 
suggest paint. 

Mr. Amory arranged the surroundings for his sitter, 
and gave directions that for the next half hour no one 
was to be admitted. Then he drew forth another easel 
and took the covering off of it. 

Women who could afford it came to Paul Amory for 
a portrait. He put something in it that satisfied them, 
though he was particular about his subjects. This one 


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was worthy of any artist, a fine, handsome woman with 
.superb health and coloring, who had just reached the 
most perfect stage of middle life and kept unbroken con- 
tours. An intelligent face, too, and the air of society, 
that fascinating aplomb which demands attention by its 
perfection. 

She sat easily with no troublesome nerves to make her 
fidget. Aihory enjoyed such subjects. She looked 
across at the girl, and remarked the lines of the neck, 
the softly rounded chin, the small pink ear, the hair with 
two or three ripples gathered in a coil at the back of her 
head. Her shoulders were shapely, her hand and wrist 
pretty. 

Once Millicent glanced up, feeling the eyes upon her. 
Then she flushed and the just perceptible pink tinted her 
hands as well as her face. The little smile that crossed 
Mrs. Henderson’s curved lips was an enchanting thing 
to a painter’s eye. 

Think the same thought over,” he said softly. ^^It 
gives an expression.” 

The thought was the utter innocence of youth. She 
had never been as innocent as that. But then she re- 
flected her life had been much harder and narrower. 
The girls of to-day had so many advantages, even simple 
country girls. 

Mrs. Henderson had passed the half century meridian, 
but no one would have guessed her over forty. She pre- 
served a discreet silence on the subject, and was very 
thankful now that she was twenty-eight when her son was 
born. When John Charlton Henderson the great rail- 
road magnate of his time had married a handsome young 
country girl, at the age of sixty-eight, it created quite a 
ripple among his friends, for he had been a widower for 
years. They lived in a quiet, substantial manner, partly 


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49 


from necessity, perhaps, for soon after his marriage he 
met with an accident which resulted in a slow, creeping 
paralysis that, however, left his mind clear until a few 
months before his death. 

Helen Kent had not had an easy life in her young 
years. Her mother had come home to the little old farm 
a widow with one child and died. Helen had been a sort 
of slave to her old grandparents. Once she had thought 
to escape by marriage, but the old people had effectually 
nipped the project, and when she saw the wife of her old 
lover, burthened with farm-work, housework and babies, 
she had no desire to change with her. It v/as easier after 
Grandmother Kent had gone, but there was still three 
years of servitude attending to a queer unreasonable old 
man. 

A railroad has been surveyed through the town. It 
took the old Kent house and a strip of the farm. The 
three sons were settled and at a distance with farms of 
their own. One neighbor was very glad to take the 
strip of ground on the one side. The old man was very 
feeble now and might drop off any day. It would be 
at least three months before the place would be needed. 

Mr. John Henderson had remarked the girl during the 
preliminaries of the bargain. Tall, strong, handsomer 
than the average, with a fine, clear skin, abundant hair 
and the figure of a youthful Juno, a voice that had 
a cadence to it like the floating notes of a bell, and 
slim, strong hands. He liked the sense of vigor about 
her. 

He had been wondering what he should do with his 
money. He could found a college or a hospital or a 
home of some kind. He might build an art gallery even, 
for he had gathered many fine pictures, yet none of these 
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money, he did hate to think of leaving it. If he were a 
younger man he might found a family. Why had he not 
thought of it before. There were plenty of women who 
would marry him for his money — was he foolish enough 
to demand anything else ? 

The road kept creeping along. It reached the confines 
of the town the very day old Jason Kent died. Hender- 
son came over to see about the prospect, and found the 
house could follow its master. 

I suppose your grandfather made a will?” he said 
to Helen. You deserve all for your care of these old 
people.” He had a strong sense of justice. 

No,” she answered in a tone that showed her hurt. 

Are there other heirs ? How many ? ” 

^^Four beside my father. He died young. Two of 
my uncles are here. Will you see them ? They think 
grandfather let the place go too cheap.” 

Henderson gave an odd little twist to his lip and made 
a small calculation. Fifteen hundred or so dollars to be 
divided among four people ! 

Have you thought of anything you can do? ” His 
voice softened a little, out of pity for her. 

I am going away. I have studied by odd spells. I 
shall find some inexpensive place where I can add to my 
stock of learning, and then teach. I want to be some- 
thing better than a drudge.” 

^‘You have no lover.” There was a sharp flash in 
his eyes. 

‘<No. And my small portion will not tempt any one 
to marry me out of hand.” 

There was a little scorn in her voice. Curiously 
enough she was not bitter, he remarked. 

He talked to the uncles while the surveyors were busy. 
Why not turn the whole sum over to her ? 


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SI 


Why all these years she has had her living,” returned' 
one of them. There’s more than one household where 
they would pay her good wages. A healthy stout young 
woman can always find something to do. I’ve a little 
mortgage I want to pay up with my share. Any of us 
will give her a home until she can turn herself.” 

Helen Kent was used to close reckoning, and having 
people consider themselves first. She thought her grand- 
father might have done better for her, but she was in- 
tensely thankful to be free. Every hour her heart rose 
within her and the relief betrayed itself in her face, 
which certainly grew more spirited. There was a vendue 
to sell off the furniture, the cow and the poultry, like- 
wise the old timber of the house. Then Mr. Henderson 
laid his plan before her. Could she marry him ? He 
would give her whatever she wanted in reason. Teachers 
in any branch she should desire, a comfortable home and 
servants to wait on her, and the certainty that when he 
was gone she would be amply provided for. He was an 
old man to her, and he would not pretend to be an en- 
thusiastic young lover. 

A foolish old man he said to himself. Of course this 
girl, any girl would jump at it. 

But Helen Kent did not, and he esteemed her the 
more for it. She raised frank, honest eyes. 

Will you give me a little while to think it over? 
she asked, and there was hesitation in her voice. 

Yes. Let me see — I shall be back in a week. I am 
sixty-eight.” 

Why you do not look as old as Uncle Joseph ! ” in 
surprise. And a little over a year ago a young woman 
of twenty-four, just half his age, married him and his 
five children.” 

Joseph Kent was stoop-shouldered, grizzled and 


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wrinkled in deep furrows. Helen looked at Mr. Hen- 
derson admiringly, and it gratified him. 

And if at the last you should take as good care of 
me as you did of your grandfather, I can promise you a 
much better reward.” 

O, you almost persuade me ! But no, let me have 
the week ; ” drawing back imperceptibly to herself. 

There was no one to whom she wanted to go for ad- 
vice; but she did consult the teacher of the district 
school on the time it would take to achieve that standing. 

You’ll find the ranks are terribly overcrowded. 
You would need two years’ study at the least. There are 
a great many other things a woman can do,” and much 
more discouraging advice from a teacher who had not 
been a great success. 

So she married Mr. Henderson, and for the first six 
months she lived in a state of continual surprise. She 
went clad in fine raiment, she did not know herself in the 
tall cheval mirror. She had a companion and mentor 
who trained her in the niceties of society, and she had a 
curious ambition to excel. She was very grateful, and 
her kindly nature which she did not inherit from the 
Kents, was neither soured nor warped. They came to 
the substantial city house that he had kept up for years, 
and she did the honors in a quiet, well-bred manner as 
if she had been born to the purple. And when her little 
son came Mr. Henderson felt that he was established 
among men. He had founded a family to carry on his 
moneyed greatness. 

Six months afterwards one day he was brought home 
with a broken limb caused by a fall. Then a slow, 
creeping paralysis set in. It was three years before it 
reached his brain, and all this time he gave thanks for a 
devoted wife. His boy throve and grew. 


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53 


I want you to f^el that I have done wisely for you,’^ 
he said one day, with a great effort to rouse his brain 
that was fast becoming torpid. I think I have been 
more grateful than your grandfather. Your beauty has 
been a great delight to me. You have been a good wife, 
Helen.” 

Some months later the flickering spark went out. The 
will had been carefully drawn. The income was all hers 
to provide for and educate the child until he was twelve, 
then a certain provision was made for him. At eighteen 
this was increased until he was twenty-five, when two- 
thirds of the income was to go to him and one third to 
her, or, on his marriage if he should marry earlier, with 
her consent. The estate was to be kept intact for the 
grandchildren, the eldest son taking his name and one- 
half of the property, the other being divided equally 
among the remaining grandchildren. In default of heirs 
the whole sum was to provide for and endow an indus- 
trial school and home for boys, to be known as ^‘The 
Henderson Home.” 

The income was generous ; through those earlier years 
she saved a good portion of it. She had learned many 
things in her husband’s home, and come to have quite a 
true estimate of the world. She went abroad and lived 
quietly, caring for herself, accomplishing herself, for she 
meant to reign in society. She learned, too, that the 
Kents were an old English family, and that in early six- 
teen hundred there was a baronet. Sir John Kent, and 
that her grandfather who had emigrated to America was 
a lineal descendant. Yet she thought they had grown 
narrow and mean in the third generation. Long pedi- 
grees were not always a voucher for integrity and 
manliness. 

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educated in all gentlemanly ways. He was a pretty 
child, an attractive looking boy, a really handsome young 
fellow as he grew to manhood. She would have liked a 
nearer resemblance to his own father in character, for he 
must have been resolute and daring in boyhood. She 
admired strong characters. 

Meanwhile the estate had prospered in the hands of 
the trustees. Changes for the better had been made ; it 
was worth more for the possible grandchildren. She had 
come to have quite a fortune in her own right. She had 
not pushed into society, she had been graciously sought 
cut. American circles had made her very welcome. Sir 
Eldred Kent had been glad to meet her. She had kissed 
the hand of more than one queen, she understood that 
the golden key gained admittance everywhere when it 
had back of it tact and breeding and beauty. 

She had been spending years abroad with her son in 
Swiss-and German universities. All the time she had a 
longing for her native land and had returned the preced- 
ing spring, making a tour of the summer watering-places, 
and considering a permanent residence. Charlton must 
marry, and she did not mean to be separated from him, 
although the young couple would be left to their own 
ways of happiness. She had a habit of looking at girls 
with this in view, and did not wish a mere society belle, 
nor a commonplace girl, he would soon tire of. 

She studied Millicent Carew from half idleness of 
mood, though when it came to that no mood of hers was 
Ideally idle, for she enjoyed scrutinizing people, and in a 
certain fashion dissecting them, understanding their good 
qualities and their faults ; she could penetrate the little 
•shams and disguises, and had found long ago that the 
world was not made up of noble people, that there were 
meannesses and dishonesties among those who made high 


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55 


pretensions to virtue. Her eyes had sharpened too 
much, her thoughts went too straight to the weak spots. 

Millicent rather enjoyed her painting. Uncle Paul 
had said some very consoling things to her while candidly 
admitting that she was no genius. She was trying her 
best to correct a few faults. She turned her little paint- 
ing to a different light and viewed it with interest, she 
shifted her position somewhat. She was so interested 
that she forgot about the handsome woman sitting in her 
range. She did not know then that the eyes had a curi- 
ous second sight, that the outside of them had been 
trained by worldly wisdom in the high art of rarely giving 
offense and often giving pleasure. Their curious blue 
black tint had softened a good deal since the day John 
Henderson had found her. The inner sight was the im- 
pressions she laid on the little cells of her brain ready for 
after use. 

A half developed girl who doesn’t know how to make 
the best of herself, her thought ran. At twenty-five she 
may be handsome with the proper training, now she has 
the unformed look of sixteen. She has little real self-re- 
liance and a good deal of obstinacy that is kept down 
and put out of sight when she meets a stronger will, but 
remains underneath all the time and will find a way out. 
I wonder what her mother is like ? Her father must be 
Doctor Carew — why they were in Germany a year or 
two ago, and he has written several books — and then 
Mrs. Henderson went into a secret current like some far 
underground spring that makes all about it cold. She 
just caught herself on the edge of a shiver. 

She has a pretty hand and arm, her ruminations 
flowed backward a little as she watched the graceful 
fingers. Her skin is fine and clear, her hair beautiful. 
Her dark eyes and eyebrows give character to a face that 


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otherwise would lack expression. She is gentle, amiable^ 
inclined to keep to herself and defers easily. 

‘^Are you tired?” asked Paul Amory, ‘^This has 
been a splendid sitting. I have done some fine work, 
thanks to you. I wish I always had as good a subject.” 

Thank you,” smilingly, and with a shade of empha- 
sis on the pronoun. suppose that means I may be 
dismissed ? ” 

Yes, but you need not hurry away.” What a very 
handsome woman she was ! And she had been a widow 
for years, he had heard. 

She put on her stylish toque with its bit of lavender 
velvet in the back, some elegant point lace and an 
aigrette that nodded daintily. Then she picked up her 
costly sable cape. 

Are you doing anything new for your own amuse- 
ment ? Though I suppose the wedding has played havoc 
with work and ideas. You ought to paint your daughter 
in her wedding gown. May I look over this young girl’s 
work ? I never had any talent this way, or at least not in 
my youthful days. ’ ’ 

Millicent flushed. do a little because every one 
else does,” she rejoined with a touch of embarrassment. 

And Uncle Amory is very good to correct some man- 
nerisms,” glancing up at him with a kind of sweet grate- 
fulness. 

Do you choose to do just what others are doing ? ” 

The girl was caught by the charming smile. 

Why no ; not always. But at school ” 

Girls must run through a certain round of accom- 
plishments,” explained Paul Amory. Painting maybe 
as good for a discipline as trigonometry.” 

It has more grace and picturesqueness. You live in. 
New York? ” half question, half assertion. 


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57 


Yes,” answered Millicent. 

I think of going there presently.” 

^^What, tired of Washington?” Paul Amory’s tone 
had an assumption of surprise plainly evident. 

<<No. Washington is delightful. But I am consider- 
ing where I shall settle — with my son. He ought to be 
a sturdy American, but we have lived so much abroad. I 
must begin to train him now into good citizenship. I have 
not found the place abroad in five years that I have 
wanted for a home.” 

I am really glad to hear you say so.” 

And if I go to New York I shall hope to meet your 
people. I have heard a good deal about your father. I 
think I just saw him at the baths at ” 

Millicent flushed again. She felt curiously drawn to 
Mrs. Henderson as a bird is charmed. Ought she to ex- 
press any wish ? She raised her eyes and the wish was 
in them, which the elder woman answered with an en- 
chanting smile. 

hope you will succeed to your heart’s content,” 
glancing down at the picture. Ought I to wish you 
will be an artist ? I am afraid I am old fashioned, and 
have some respect for St. Paul. ‘ I will that the younger 
women marry — and guide the house.’ ” 

O, I shall never be an artist,” cheerfully. 

Then she was not a girl longing for a career ! 

When Mrs. Henderson said her adieus and went out 
of the studio, she still left a curious influence behind. 
Paul Amory worked with a subtle inspiration. What a 
delight it was to paint a truly handsome woman, who 
needed no adventitious aids ! Millicent sat and won- 
dered in a vague manner, and did not do anything. She 
was quite given to idle reverie since grandmamma had 
gone. Presently she rose and left the studio noiselessly 


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and went to the pretty sitting-room where Aunt Violet 
was busy with some dainty sewing. 

^^Do you know Mrs. Henderson, Aunt Violet?” 

Not much. Has she been in for a sitting ? ” 

‘‘Yes. She is very handsome. ” 

“A striking looking woman. I believe she is con- 
sidered extremely fascinating. Your uncle loves to paint 
people that he does not have to add to; ” with a rather 
amused smile. “ And I suppose he is such a favorite be- 
cause he does add to in a very graceful way when there 
is a necessity.” 

“I think I don’t mind very much about not being 
handsome,” said Millicent, reflectively, “though I did 
wish it. But I like handsome people for all that,” 
glancing up with cordial admiration in her soft eyes. 
“ And they please so readily.” 

She was thinking now of Pearl, who always made 
troops of friends. 

“And not a few please with very little beauty. I 
think more depends upon the sweet, generous nature. 
Some people put one at ease instantly. It is often think- 
ing of others and forgetting about ourselves.” Aunt Vio- 
let smiled then at her own platitude. Millicent did not 
appear to think of herself in any importunate way, but 
she had not acquired by experience the art of thinking of 
others, and others had always thought too much for her. 
Lyndell had desired a happy childhood for her little flock, 
though she had not been weakly indulgent. 

Mrs. Henderson did not see Millicent at her next sit- 
ting. She had gone to spend a few days with Ray 
Stanwood. She evinced a good deal of interest in Doctor 
Carew, and talked over some of the curious diseases that 
he had made such a specialty. 

“You surely are not cultivating nerves yourself? ” he 


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59 


inquired. You must not fall into a bad American 
habit so soon.” 

O, no. I am robust English stock grafted in the 
first instance on country habits and energies. I like your 
Dr. Carew because he thinks people can help themselves so 
much by their own wills and endeavors. But how to 
make a weak will strong? ” 

Training can do a great deal. If one were always 
wise enough to direct the grander forces of human na- 
ture and not take up the small ones. I should not think 
you would have to complain of a weak will ; ” in a buoy- 
ant, admiring tone. 

You think I have the appearance of a strong, self- 
reliant person ? ” 

There was a quivering light that seemed like a sense 
of amusement in the eyes. Amory was for a moment em- 
barrassed. 

Self-reliant certainly. O, I don’t believe in the re- 
finement that saps strength even in a woman. I like del- 
icacy and all the graces, but not a clinging vine that 
throttles one ; ’ ’ rather impatiently. 

You are right in your surmise. I never remember be- 
ing weak, though all my earlier life I was compelled to 
defer to the will of others. But you do meet people who 
seem too weak for the destiny devolving upon them.” 

^^Alas! too many. It is what spreads ruin through 
the world. Even a good weak person can do a deal of 
harm.” 

^^I suppose your Dr. Carew was one of a large family. 
Only children are doubly unfortunate.” 

No, he was an only child. His mother died in baby- 
hood. His father and an aunt reared him. I believe 
everybody predicted that he would be spoiled. I did not 
know them then. He is a truly splendid, large-brained, 


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large-hearted man. His father was a country doctor, a 
fine man ; he is a city physician and scientist, but that 
is hardly half of him. The other half is breadth and 
tenderness and good sense and manly virtue. He mar- 
ried Mrs. Amory’s cousin.” 

^^And what is she like?” The soft inquiry had a 
persuasive accent. 

She is worthy of him. I will not say they are the 
happiest couple I know, for, thank heaven, I know many 
happy couples, but they are among the happiest and 
most useful.” 

Were there many such people in the world, or was it 
the outcome of high artistic sense and affection ? Mrs. 
Henderson’s views had never been wide, her youth had 
not tended that way. And Mr. Henderson’s integrity 
had not given him faith in his fellow-men. Her grand- 
father had never expressed any special gratitude for her 
care — did he not give her food, shelter and clothing? 
She might have been turned over to the almshouse. Mr. 
Henderson had not married her for love ; her baby was 
not any blessed gift, but the heir to all his money. He 
did not depend solely on mother love, this other element 
must spur her to her duty. This was what the world 
and fortune demanded. 

After she was left a widow one of her uncles wrote a 
pleading, begging letter. He had bought an addition to 
his farm, then had a long illness when everything had 
gone at loose ends. The amount of a mortgage was 
coming due — could she not spare him a thousand dollars 
out of all her money? He did not ask it as a loan — it 
was presumably a gift. She read the note with a scorn- 
ful smile and put it in the fire. After these years of si- 
lence he could ask for money ! 

John Henderson knew his wife was young and might 


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6i 


marry again. If she did, her son, his son, went into the 
hands of trustees who were his guardians. She had an 
income, half of what she had as a widow. After awhile 
she came very near loving a man of her own years who 
had many charms, whom she thought she could honor 
and esteem as well as love. But when he heard of these 
provisions his ardor cooled a trifle. 

‘‘It is very hard to ask you to resign your child ! ” he 
cried with what looked like indignation; “unjust, for 
there is no love like a mother’s.” 

The fancy died a lingering, natural death and Helen 
Henderson despised him, of course. Others came to 
hand and she measured them by this man and found in 
most instances they fitted the measure. And she had 
grown so used to luxurious living that she was not eager 
to take up comparative poverty. She was a charming 
woman who looked upon everything just as it affected 
herself. She had very little faith in human nature, she 
had sharpened both eyes and brain until in one quick 
glance could understand most motives, selfish ones, and 
the others she never looked for. 

Driving round the picturesque circles and going back 
to her hotel her thoughts reverted to Doctor Carew. If 
one stood in need of a friend one could trust him to the 
uttermost, could repose any confidence in him. She 
might stand in need some day. He would not think she 
was a rich woman to be fleeced, he would do his work to 
the very utmost of his ability. 

There were letters and invitations awaiting her. One 
missive she held in her hand some moments, it was one 
of the things on which a life might turn. Why could 
she not endow this vascillating soul with her strength, 
why did he not have the rugged resolve of his father ? 
What was his father in his early youth, for he was eight 


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and sixty when she knew him ; but he must have pos- 
sessed energy and will. 

It was a sweet, rather girlish epistle full of protesta- 
tions and prettily turned sentences that were like caresses. 
He would be with her almost as soon as the letter. 

‘‘The prodigal’s return,” she thought with a little 
scorn that came so natural to her. “I suppose he has 
spent all his money, and he is not one to take resolutely 
to husks.” 

Late that afternoon Charlton Henderson arrived. The 
greeting between them was the tenderest. He had a 
subtle charm, many charms indeed, and at first he filled 
and thrilled his mother’s heart. His pleading, entreat- 
ing eyes and mouth should have belonged to a girl, but 
they were little like his mother’s. His fine silky hair 
had a blue black tint and waved enough to give him the 
look of a poet, the features were regular, the expression a 
smiling complacency with the present, and literally tak- 
ing no thought of the future. Why should he indeed ? 
There would always be enough. The figure had the 
softened outlines one sees in the sculptured Antinous, 
the grace of youth and happiness and satisfaction. She 
77iiist love him no matter how far he was from her ideal 
son, for he was all she had, and could one question the 
tenderness that lighted up his face, that kept coming and 
going in his eyes, that bespoke the little changes of mood 
always those of pleasure. 

She knew there were women at the dinner-table that 
evening wondering, and half envying her. She was 
always generous with her son now, and she introduced 
him to the young girls and their mothers with a charm- 
ing frankness. She had been reading them just as she 
read Millicent Carew. He did not single out the pret- 
tiest, he laughed and chatted with all. At twenty his 


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^3 

mother guarded him jealously, now she speculated on the 
kind of girl he would fall honestly in love with. It was 
curious that he was not more susceptible. And surely 
by another year he ought to be married. The fortune 
ought to go to his children instead of being devoted to 
waifs and strays. Though now he looked as if health 
and long life might be his, the German doctor had 
spoken the truth about him then, and she need not fear^ 


CHAPTER V. 


AN AWAKENED POTENTIALITY. 

TT was quite delightful to be at home again, Millicent 
Carew thought. Had she been away a whole 
month ! She felt curiously changed. 

I have missed you so much,’' declared her mother. 

She had never stood first in the household before. 
Honor had such a strong personal vitality, and Randolph 
gave a curious sense of pervasiveness. It really was 
her place. She had never felt so grown up, so necessary. 

Millicent was not effusive even now. She had enjoyed 
everything very much. The letters from Pearl were de- 
lightful. Uncle Paul had been interested in her and 
given her some new ideas which she meant to follow up. 
And she had such a nice time with Ray who was count- 
ing upon going abroad in the early summer with her 
father. Uncle Archie meant to resign his position and 
they would journey about at least a year. 

‘^What a satisfactory pleasure it will be to Ray,” said 
the mother. ‘‘And she deserves it all. She has been 
one of the most devoted daughters.” 

“What Milly needs is to have to depend upon herself 
in the great world,” said her father. “ She is a girl of 
slow development, and will cling to anything rather than 
stand alone.” 

Grandpapa thought her more truly affectionate and 
earnest. His early favoritism had been superseded by 
Randolph. 

She found so many things to do, as if she had just be- 
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65 


gun to live. She did not understand that part of it was 
the pleasure of having no rival. There are degrees of 
feeling never translated into words, perhaps if they were 
something more than a vague impression, and could be 
thrust boldly out to the light and made to take their real 
shape, one might be warned of their true and dangerous 
influence. Millicent would have scouted the idea of 
selfishness with the utmost indignation, yet she had 
longed for something all her own since grandmamma's 
death. On certain lines she was generous, but she did 
not give freely of herself to but very few persons. Honor 
had been liked and admired so much, she did not envy 
her, she thought, but she held aloof from the second best 
places, and seemed apathetical when she would have 
been glad of a preference, only it must be given, she 
could not raise a finger for it. 

Dell was delighted with the sense of nearness, but she 
had many wonders as she began to study her daughter 
more closely. She still clung to her old employments, 
and shrank from contact with certain phases of real life. 
Reese said she was aristocratic in her tastes. 

can’t think who she is like,” Lyndell said to her 
husband. I can see myself in many traits in Randolph 
and Honor, even in Reese’s quick temper,” laughingly. 

And she isn’t so much like Aunt Neale ” 

‘‘Must her qualities be traced to inheritance ? Bring 
out your chemistry. Two compounds may make an un- 
known third,” glancing up with a gleam of humor in his 
eyes. “ I am glad you don’t lay the least desirable qual- 
ities to my side of the house. ’ ’ 

“O, she is not a bit like you,” eagerly. “Think of 
her forging ahead in any fashion! I can’t imagine what 
she would do if she were poor and had to struggle and 
make sacrifices.” 


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We are all glad to save our children from hardships^ 
I find. And I am not sure they always perfect charac- 
ter. A strong mind and will can surmount them, but we 
hardly note all the wrecks that are unable to reach any 
haven. But it is hardly safe to predict from early youth.” 

The city was still gay, and even when Lent came in 
there were many minor enjoyments ; reading circles, 
where one took up a devotion to history; sewing clubs, 
where one made garments for the poor or articles for a 
sale; musicales, organ recitals and lectures. Millicent 
was drawn into some of them and lost a trifle of her shy- 
ness. Then she was asked to play for the benefit of some 

Home ” that was just then creating an interest. Mrs. 
Eric Kenneth was to sing. It was quite a society func- 
tion, and given in a pretty hall that was held exclusively 
for better class purposes. 

The audience was composed of people who bought 
high priced tickets with a certain sense of gratification. 
They were largely women, but there was a sprinkling of 
society men among them. 

Mrs. Henderson was attending with well-bred interest, 
her son on one side of her and a fashionable acquaint- 
ance on the other. She rarely called them friends, it was 
so much easier to drop the former. Mrs. Burrel had been 
very obliging and sent her word of a most desirable fur- 
nished house that the owner wished to rent for six months 
while his family were abroad. Mrs. Henderson was 
tired of hotel life. Every now and then she settled her- 
self in this make-believe fashion. 

Mrs. Burrel had sent her tickets and a proposal to call 
for her in her carriage. Mrs. Henderson had only been 
domiciled ten days or so, but as the old servants were 
glad to remain, and were excellent, the domestic wheels 
revolved smoothly. 


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6 / 


What a beautiful voice, and what a pretty petite per-^ 
son,” she said in real admiration as a singer finished and 
was enthusiastically applauded. 

^^That — oh, that is Mrs. Kenneth. Her husband is 
one of the college professors, a man of note. If they 
were poor, she could make a fortune by her voice. But 
she sings only for charity or at some of the entertainments 
of the poor. That lady in the second seat with the white 
plumes in her black velvet toque is her aunt — Mrs. Dray- 
ton, quite a literary woman. They are Virginians. The 
Draytons are charming people, well connected, perhaps 
a little on the submerged side in their work,” with a 
vague smile and nod, ‘^but one meets all the people of 
note at their house.” 

How odd she should encounter Virginians again! 

A slender young woman bowed to her audience and 
seated herself at the piano. She had played the accom- 
paniment for Mrs. Kenneth, but Mrs. Henderson had not 
noted her. 

^^That is a cousin of the singer — Miss Carew. I dare 
say you have heard of Doctor Carew. They are all quite 
notable people. That is his daughter. One of this win- 
ter's buds, though so far I believe she has done nothing 
to make her famous, nor taken the town by storm with 
her beauty. Mrs. Drayton is an extremely handsome 
woman. You would hardly believe she was a grand- 
mother. ' ’ 

Millicent Carew had almost gone out of her mind, it 
had been so occupied with other matters. She had 
hoped that in some way she might see Dr. Carew and 
decide how she liked him irrespective of Mr. Amory's 
enthusiastic portraiture of him. She thought the girl 
looked prettier than in Washington, it was the music 
inspiring her. 


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It was not a brilliant noisy theme, the favorite of so 
many young performers ; but Beethoven Appassionata 
with its delicate lingering harmonies, its soft, deep notes 
moving now with majesty, then suggestions of unearthly 
things, rising, falling, comforting, wandering away in 
dreamlike melody, then suddenly breaking into sunny 
gleams, crowded notes hurrying by as a river to the sea, 
strange breaks, a swinging movement over a flowery 
meadow. The music lovers listened with close attention, 
and the applause was generous. 

‘‘Is Mrs. Carew present?” 

“ No, I do not see her. She is one of the busy kind 
— doesn’t play for sweet Charity’s sake, but does the real 
work,” smiling a little. “You meet her oftenest at the 
Draytons, but she isn’t a real society woman. Our 
frivolities would bore her, but some one has to be frivo- 
lous or the world would grow stupid. 

There was an entertaining recitation from Eugene 
Field’s poems. Mrs. Kenneth sang again and Millicent 
played her accompaniment. Her beautiful hair was 
gathered in a shining coil at the back of her head, 
drooping to her neck; her trailing white silk gown made 
her look fairer. 

“She ought to be the singer,” said the young man. 
“She looks like music. And her hair is wonderful. I 
like light-haired girls.” 

The entertainment was over presently. There were tea 
and chocolate and bonbons in a pretty anteroom. Mrs. 
Burrel had the entree and convoyed her guests thither. 
She was proud of the young man in her train. There were 
several introductions. Mrs. Drayton was pouring tea. 
Beside Mrs. Kenneth there had been a young lady sing- 
ing whose friends had joined to send her abroad for a 
musical education. Miss Mainwaring had a very at- 


AN AWAKENED POTENTIALITY. 69 

tractive face. Mrs. Burrel caught her and introduced 
Charlton Henderson. 

dear Miss Carew — am I not right?” said a. 
voice with an inflection of pleasure that was flattering as. 
a gentle touch was laid on the young girhs arm. This 
is a delightful surprise. I have been in the city hardly a 
fortnight. See what a memory I have — though I was 
not quite sure when I first saw you at the piano.” 

Millicent flushed and smiled. There was so much 
gratification in Mrs. Henderson’s face. 

^^And that exquisite singer is your cousin. What a 
dainty little fairy. Is she — 

Too bright and good 

For human nature’s daily food ; — 

and may I ask the favor of being presented? ” 

Millicent was girlishly proud of her handsome friend 
whose dress was the perfection of richness and good 
taste, and whose manner was at home in it. 

0 yes, with pleasure; ” and the young face beamed^ 

Princess ” 

Titles, too ? Why you seem to be a most remark- 
able family.” 

That is a pet family name because her own is so 
stately,” explained the girl, and Mrs. Kenneth was 
made acquainted with Mrs. Henderson who said some 
very charming things, and explained that she had met 
her relatives — the Amorys in Washington, and that Mr. 
Paul Amory had painted a most flattering portrait of her. 

1 do not believe he flattered you,” Millicent com- 
mented naively, and then they both laughed. 

‘^Now you must see Mrs. Drayton who is Aunt 
Amory’s sister,” said Mrs. Kenneth. 

And Judge Beaumanoir is her brother ! ” 

And my father,” returned Princess softly. 


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You are famous people surely.” 

They had been talking several moments when Miss 
Mainwaring came up with Mr. Henderson. He desired 
to meet Mrs. Kenneth. 

^^Miss Carew and I are quite old friends,” said his 
mother. ^^We met almost two months ago in Wash- 
ington.” 

Miss Carew, it is extremely fortunate it wasn’t ten 
years ago. Old friendships presuppose years and years, 
and are occasionally unflattering recognitions.” 

^‘You saucy boy! Why I might have seen Miss 
Carew in her cradle if it had so happened, and we should 
neither have been a day older. I cannot deny my 
grown-up son, nor Miss Carew her girl’s face.” 

The grown-up son looked very proud and happy 
among the bevy of girls. 

‘^Are you staying in New York or merely a bird of 
passage?” asked Millicent timidly. 

‘‘ Why we are absolute householders,” replied Mrs. 
Henderson. ‘‘ My friend Mrs. Burrel found me a house 
which is quite charming, only I shall have to entertain 
while my circle is small and will fit the rooms. We have 
lived abroad so long that it is quite a treat to find a 
country of one’s very own, and a home for a while. I 
think seriously of settling down. Though my early 
married life was passed not far from here. The aspect 
of everything has changed so since then.” 

The guests began to disperse. Mrs. Drayton’s car- 
riage came and she took her young people. Mrs. Burrel 
set her friend down at her own door, and received cor- 
dial thanks. 

^^You never said anything about those people,” the 
young man began. I thought it w^ould be something 
of a bore. One hears so much first-class music abroad. 


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What a beautiful voice that Mrs. Kenneth has, though it 
isn’t adapted to everything. Miss Mainwaring is going 
to study opera. She has a great deal of dramatic force. 
Do you think Miss Carevv pretty?” 

^ ^ W ell — somewhat. Not h andsome. ’ ’ 

like light hair and fair people. Her hair is mag- 
nificent. What a cloud it must be when she lets it 
down. Why doesn’t her uncle paint her in some char- 
acter ?” 

He had a very handsome daughter that stood for 
several characters. She was married early in the new 
year and there was a throng of relatives. This Miss 
Carew was one of the maids in a picture hat. She did 
look quite bewitching. Then I decided to be painted — 
for posterity,” with a rather constrained laugh. 

The young fellow had been lounging on the silken pil- 
lowed sofa. He partially raised himself and put an- 
other cushion under his head. 

<^Does that suggest, Madame Mere, that I might 
marry ? ’ ’ 

Well — why not ? ” very deliberately. 

There was a long silence. Both remembered an epi- 
sode they had promised each other to forget. 

^Mn the summer you will be twenty-five. Why 
should you not marry? You will be amply able to sup- 
port a wife.” 

He gave a little yawn that ended in a meaningless 
laugh, to conceal the fact that he was moved. 

‘^You know the terms of your father’s will. When 
we are both done with the property it goes to found a 
charity if there are no heirs. It was his wish to found a 
family, but he should have considered it earlier. Still, 
you may carry out his wishes. There is no necessity of 
your marrying money, but you do want a good family, 


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education and refinement. You can have a wide 
choice.” 

And some good looks.” 

Yes, I am in favor of the good looks.” 

<^You are quite willing I should marry — then?” as 
if he was still a little incredulous. 

I should like it above all things if you make a sen- 
sible choice. And Charlton, she must like me. I shall 
not be separated from you. I should grow very fond of 
the right kind of a daughter. I get lonesome at times 
and life seems rather useless.” 

Did she think at five and thirty she should ever be 
tired of the world and what money could buy ? She had 
her son to educate, she had ambitions for him even if he 
was to be a gentleman. How these dreams had come to 
nought and made her a woman faithless in many things 
that were esteemed high and honorable and to be sought 
after. Wealth that she had considered one of the chief 
blessings had proved its hollowness. People quarreled 
about ways of benevolence even, and condemned each 
other’s methods bitterly. They wrote to her for all sorts 
of gifts and told her harrowing tales, and she often found 
the most honest appearing were frauds. 

Charlton rose suddenly, if any such sinuous movement 
could be called sudden, came and leaned over his 
mother’s chair and kissed her. They were not effusive 
people and seldom offered caresses. The Kents had not 
been warm natured, and though Mr. Henderson had 
been appreciative and kindly, he had made no point of 
loving though he had admired. 

You have been very good to me. You should have 
had a better son who longed to distinguish himself in 
some line. I dislike exertion. Study was always a bore, 
you know. I picked up languages in a conversational 


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way. We have traveled so much that I know about 
different lands, I can recall famous pictures and places, 
and am well informed. I like to see new faces, to hear 
pretty girls laugh and talk. But nothing goes down deep 

since that wretched time ’ * 

Hush,” she cried authoritatively with a sound of 
anguish in her voice. We were never to speak of it.” 

^^You plucked me out of the fire. But for you I 
might have perished in the flames. I despise the vague 
remembrance of that time. I could not love in that fash- 
ion again. It was an evil infatuation.” 

O hush, hush ! ” she implored. 

That is the last of it. I wonder if I shall be worth the 
saving ? Some chord inside of me seems dead when it 
should be alive and vibrating. But you are my mother, 
I am your son, and we have no other relatives. I might 
marry and have it change the whole of my life. I sup- 
pose it is time. Mother, were you very much in love 
with my father ? ” 

Her cheek burned scarlet for an instant. He was a 
strong, earnest, vigorous man when he first met me. He 
gained my appreciation when he saw so plainly the selfish 
covetousness of my uncles and the utter indifference of 
grandfather for my years of care. I had no thought of 
his asking me to marry him, and really no idea of his 
wealth. Ten thousand dollars would have seemed an 
immense fortune to me then. I was grateful for my 
changed life, I gave him the truest esteem. He was full 
of business projects and but for the accident ” 

Could they have bridged over the years between and 
learned to love ? She had been to him the mother of 
his son who was to carry on his name. She must keep 
her health, improve her mind, care for her beauty for the 
boy’s sake. A hired nurse could wait upon him. 


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yet in those last years he had appreciated her ministra- 
tions. 

‘ ^ I do wonder you never married again ! But of 
course you would have lost most of the fortune, and your 
graceless son. Well, I shall try honestly to fall in love 
with some nice girl. You shall select her.’' 

If she is nice in every respect I shall approve of 
her.” 

<^That Miss Mainwaring was a charming girl.” 

‘^She sails next week. Charlton, you do not want a 
wife who has half a heart elsewhere, who will perhaps be 
longing for some career she has given up. I think the 
women with domestic tastes make the best wives. A 
young girl who is trained in society ways that will never 
put one to the blush.” 

^‘0,1 couldn’t endure awkwardness, nor real common- 
ness. I like grace and sweetness and harmony. And 
that suggests the other girl’s playing — Miss Carew. 
How delicious it was ! I was really lulled to the land, 
^ where it is always afternoon.’ I should like to hear her 
read poetry. I want some one pleasant to have around.” 

An exigeant girl would never do for him. 

Yes — there are plenty of marriageable girls every- 
where. In spite of careers, marriages seem to go on.” 

Charlton went back to his lounge. He pressed his 
cheek on the silken pillow, cool and soft and with a faint 
fragrance of violets. He was glad of luxury, it seemed 
to permeate and satisfy soul and body. The house was 
a real pleasure to him in its artistic adornments which 
were of the softer type, rather sensuous. He could 
absorb so much of this and filter it slowly through his 
brain. He had little of the impatience of youth. 

Again Mrs. Henderson found the golden key opening 
doors for her. Invitations were sent in by the dozens. 


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A rich mother and a marriageable son were acquisitions 
to society that could not be slighted. There were a few 
late operas that they attended, some fine plays and vari- 
ous functions rendered agreeable by pretty and graceful 
girls. She gave a delightful dinner to some of the moth- 
ers and fathers. There were men passed middle life who 
could recall John Henderson, who by his vigorous plans 
and procedure had given railroading such an impetus. 
He was always spoken of in the highest terms and she 
did enjoy that. 

Millicent Carew had gone home with Princess Ken- 
neth. Up town in an almost rural neighborhood over- 
looking the Hudson and the picturesqueness that still 
lingered on the opposite shore stood some unpretentious 
houses with rather plain exteriors. One of these was 
made beautiful within by the young wife’s exquisite taste. 
She kept with her her young brother Bertram, a tall 
wholesome looking lad, and the Baltimore cousin, Ned 
Beaumanoir. The men had the top floor to themselves 
and enjoyed it to the full, but they always wanted to 
come down in the parlor for an hour or two and have 
Princess play or sing or both, and talk over the happen- 
ings of the day, the new books, and the friendly letters. 

Up-stairs in the nursery the best baby in the world 
slept in a healthy, comfortable fashion. The elder Mrs. 
Kenneth hardly knew which was the most dear, this boy 
of Eric’s or the little girl of her daughter Margaret. She 
and Ruth Ensign came now and then for a week, a day’s 
visit was never long enough since it was somewhat of a 
trouble to get Mrs. Kenneth moved. But she was the 
same cheery, radiant person, and kept up intelligently, 
but then who could drop down with a companion like 
Ruth Ensign ! 

Princess used to think if Ruth did not have this tie 


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there might be a lovely romance with Ned Beau- 
manoir. 

Ruth’s old grandmother was dead, and only one of the 
uncles living who was so out of his mind guardians had 
been appointed for him. Her share in her grandmoth- 
er’s estate due her father had been paid over to her, but 
it had not made her independent. 

They were visiting now when Princess and Millicent 
came home. Yes, the musicale had been a great suc- 
cess, The attendance had proved excellent, the little 
chat over the chocolate afterwards was most enjoyable. 

And Princess sang so beautifully. I liked her better 
than Miss Mainwaring,” declared Millicent, moved to 
unwonted enthusiasm. 

But I couldn’t carry off an opera and I do not enjoy 
acting. I should be haunted by a ridiculous sort of feel- 
ing if I tramped around a stage singing my loves and 
trials and despairs.” 

^^Yet you like opera so!” exclaimed Ruth in 
amaze. 

do not have to pretend anything,” and the dark 
eyes were alight with amusement. admire the per- 
fect manner in which the singers generally do it, and 
yield to the charm of the music. Perhaps you have 
found out, Ruth, that there are many things in the world 
I could not do,” with an arch smile. 

And one of the graces of life is to thoroughly enjoy 
what another does,” said Mrs. Kenneth. always 
pity those people who think they could do so much 
better if they had the opportunity.” 

And Milly’s Sonata was exquisite. She always plays 
accompaniments with feeling and appreciation. You are 
a rest to one’s voice. I am so glad you tried. But I 
dare say now that you have done it once you will be 


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besieged. I wish some of the poor struggling girls could 
be asked to take part in these high up entertainments. 
It would do them a world of good.” 

^^But you couldn’t sell tickets so readily,” said Ruth 
gravely. ^‘Two or three high up names go a great 
ways. ’ ’ 

am glad of Miss Mainwaring’s success and I hope 
she will realize her dreams. There are a good many ex- 
cellent singers among the young girls, though I suspect 
that makes it more difficult to attain eminence. One 
has to do wonderful work in anything to stand at the 
head.” 

Still there are a great many delightful intermediate 
places,” suggested Mrs. Kenneth. 

And though there is a good deal of talk about there 
being plenty of room at the top, my experience is that 
the top of most places is small and hasn’t standing room 
for a great number. And many of us cannot pay three 
or four or five dollars to hear a splendid singer, so the 
lower rounds often give a wider gratification,” said 
Ruth with merry good-humor shining in her eyes. 

Millicent was looking wistful. Yet she had played 
the Sonata beautifully, she knew. She had forgotten all 
about herself and thrown her whole soul into the music. 

^^Milly,” began Princess with sudden interest, ‘^you 
met that handsome woman, Mrs. Henderson, at Uncle 
Paul’s it seems. She recalled grandmamma to me as 
she was years ago, only grandmamma’s face is nobler, 
and she is lovelier since her hair was snowy white. She 
doesn’t look fashionable like Mrs. Henderson, but there 
is a fascination in the latter’s smile. I think she might 
quite bewitch me ! ” 

‘‘ O Princess ! ” ejaculated Ruth. 

Had she no effect upon you, Milly ? ” 


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I only saw her once and I was painting. I hardly 
thought she would remember me. O dear ! ’ ’ with a 
pathetic appeal in her eyes, ‘^how can you remember 
ail the names and all the people ? I do not want to be 
fashionable.” 

^^The son is not as fine looking as the mother,” com- 
mented Princess. They seem to have been every- 
where and seen everything and are not puffed up with 
pride, nor trying to claim any superiority.” 

Princess always saw the virtues if there were any. If 
she saw faults she said nothing about them. 

Henderson ! ” began Mrs. Kenneth. Why, Ruth^ 
that is the name of the people who took the Compton 
house. A mother and son, and the son is a good-look- 
ing young fellow I should judge from a casual glance, 
since he has to pass our house. From my coign of 
vantage I observe my neighbors, but I only gossip in the 
bosom of my family ; ’ ’ and she gave a soft laugh. 

Yes, I think I heard Mrs. Henderson explain that it 
was the Compton house. I hope they are the kind of 
people who will enjoy the beautiful appointments,” said 
Princess eagerly. 

‘^They are not newly rich at all events,” remarked 
Millicent. heard Uncle Paul say that.” 

‘‘And Mrs. Henderson really has charming manners^ 
though she looks as if she might be haughty as welL 
On the whole I liked her. ’ ’ 

“Old-fashioned neighborly calling has gone out of 
date, so I doubt if I make her acquaintance. But I am 
curiously interested in her — the mother of an only child,” 
and Mrs. Kenneth gave a tender little sigh. 

“ She didn’t seem to be a bit exclusive with him, or 
perhaps it was pride ? ” glancing up at Millicent. “ She 
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Millicent made no comment. He had not impressed 
her strongly. 

Her mother was waiting expectantly when Millicent 
returned. Cousin Ned had escorted her, but he would 
not come in. 

You had a nice time ? ” began her mother. I saw 
Aunt Milly, and she said you did yourself credit. I 
hoped to get in towards the last, but there were so many 
things to do. I am glad to have you take an interest in 
these entertainments. Next week I want you to play for 
one of my girls’ clubs. I suppose the baby is well and 
good ? He is like the Murray babies as I remember 
them.” 

Mrs. Kenneth and Ruth have come to make a visit. 
And mamma, that handsome Mrs. Henderson was at the 
musicale — she is living on the block with Mrs. Kenneth. 
Princess thinks she has a suggestion of Grandmamma 
Beaumanoir. It was a great success, they all said and 
Princess sang — well, like an angel, I think.” 

She did not want to talk about herself. Her mother 
fondly kissed her good-night. 


CHAPTER VI. 


WITH A BEVY OF GIRLS. 

Toaster came with all its joy, the harbinger of 
Springs There were weddings galore. Millicent 
was asked to stand at two, not because she was so dear a 
friend of the bride, but because she was effective and 
looked rather statuesque. Girls called on her and she re- 
turned the calls, but she did not seem to grow into any 
stronger individuality. She wrote sisterly letters to 
Randolph and Honor, and told all the little happenings, 
while Honor’s letter bubbled over into pages and pages 
and there were so many bright joyous things, vividly 
translated that one could almost see them. 

‘‘I wish you were here sometimes, to get shaken out 
of your hedged about self and see what girls were like 
who had aims and motives and loves and dislikes. You 
go on so evenly. You don’t seem to take real hold of 
anything unless it is embroidery, though mamma says 
you have improved wonderfully in your music. Milly, 
you’ll go on in this quiet way and miss all the real fun 
out of life. You’ll be an old maid, I know. Not that 
it is necessary to be married nowadays, but there are 
splendid single women, and old maids who wither up 
gradually because they haven’t energy to do anything 
else.” 

Millicent would look with vague troubled eyes out to 
the distant future. Most of the Sherburne girls did 
marry sooner or later. There was Ray Stan wood, w'ho 
had no lover and no genius and no especial gifts, but 
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she was a happy girl. Millicent did not know whether 
she was really happy or not, but she was sure she was not 
unhappy. 

Then Ray came up to make a little farewell visit, and 
everybody received her with delight. They were to sail 
from New York. They must go up to West Point and 
say good-bye to the soldier boy. Dell and the doctor 
had been up and found him well and satisfied. 

‘^Of course it isn’t play,” he said as he was taking 
Uncle Archie around, having had permission of a half 
day’s release from duty, for some of the old instructors 
remembered Lieutenant Stanwood and his fine record. 

think I had idealized it a little, but next year it will 
be easier. And I promised father to keep out of mis- 
chief and scrapes — though several times it has been des- 
perately hard ” — with a half regretful smile. I want 
to pass all the exams in good shape, and prove to the 
home folks that I have not made any mistake. I think 
mamma is more reconciled, especially as Reese has set 
his heart on studying medicine. It wouldn’t do to have 
so many doctors in the family.” 

‘‘You are on the right track, I am sure. Even if you 
should go into civil life afterwards, these four years of 
training will be an excellent discipline.” 

“But I don’t mean to go into civil life; ” a resolute 
purpose illumining his eyes. “I’ll go out on the fron- 
tier, anywhere. The country keeps growing larger and 
more men are needed. So many of the plebes will fall 
out, too. I should feel ashamed to be dismissed.” 

He showed it in every line of his face. He was grow- 
ing more like his father. Ah, what happy times the 
older generation had had ! He recalled one visit at Sher- 
burne House and his first acquaintance with Cousin Dell, 
a little girl who had been ill and come an unwelcome 


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guest to her own home. Was that fine and gracious 
woman, handsome with all the rich experiences of middle 
life, the alien thrust among them — God’s gift unaware ? 
And was he talking to her son here, this proud, ambitious 
young fellow, who was winning back the approbation it 
had been hard to do without. 

There had been not a few changes since Archer Stan- 
wood’s day. They marched about the cadet barracks, 
inspected the mess hall. There was the beautiful little 
cadet cemetery overlooking the Hudson, a reminder that 
death claimed his spoils as well in times of peace as on 
fields of battle. Even here Spring had set her signet on 
clustering shrubbery and majestic trees, elms that had 
seen generations come and go. The parapet of Fort 
Clinton was clothed in misty softness, and the hills over 
opposite had the blue tint of the sky. How serene it all 
appeared. 

Strolling around in the fragrant air with everything 
leaping into new life, the young fellow, as full of enthu- 
siasm as the elder had been years ago, Randolph Carew 
heard the sad story of why his uncle had left a profession 
he had loved with true soldier ardor and turned his at- 
tention to money making for one who had not appreciated 
the sacrifice, and which had proved useless in that re- 
spect, but given the declining years of his parents much 
comfort, and which had been his reward. And now he 
was going to take the long holiday he had truly earned. 

I shall just count on your letters. Uncle Archie,” the 
proud young cadet exclaimed. And in another year I 
shall have a vacation, but that will belong to mamma.” 

What will belong to me? ” asked Lyndell, who had 
caught the last word. She had questioned how much of 
her son belonged to her. 

Why, you know in little more than a year I shall be 


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allowed a furlough. I shall report at once to the home 
officer and be under her commands; ” bowing with a 
young soldier’s respect. 

She was deeply touched. Had she been quite right to 
show her hurt so plainly to her boy ? 

Their eyes met and her half entreaty was answered by 
his fond smile. 

You have a fine boy, Dell,” Archie said, as he was 
sitting beside her in the train on the homeward journey. 

I think I have not quite appreciated his fervent de- 
sire for a soldier’s hardships. It seems to me almost any 
boy would shrink from the rigorous training,” she re- 
plied with new appreciation. 

^ Endure hardness as a good soldier.’ I think it 
gave me courage at the worst of times. There is an en- 
thusiasm about it that few women can understand; ” and 
a half regretful expression deepened in his eyes. 

Still, I am glad I have not another son to give up. 
And Reese is growing so into father’s heart. We do not 
understand how life narrows as one comes to old age. 
One of the most beautiful things I remember is Tessy 
Beaumanoir’s devotion to Aunt Aurelia and Cousin Gar*^ 
rick. That alone was worth Sherburne House.” 

And you have never repented ? Dell, you have done 
many lovely things in your life.” 

For all it began so badly?” She smiled, but her 
eyes had the softness of tears. ought not say a word 
about Randolph taking his own way when I had so much 
will and persistence. And then farther back my own 
papa took his own way. Aren’t we Sherburnes a rather 
self-willed lot?” 

^^The capability of holding on is a virtue worth striv- 
ing for. You cannot have strong characters with a good 
deal of yielding grace. In my early life I did not have 


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so much of the Sherburne resolution as would have been 
good for me. I have been giving Randolph a little 
warning.*’ 

Thank you.” O, would there be a time when she 
must share her son’s inmost heart with another? There 
was a quick, sharp pang as comes at first to all mothers. 
Lyndell wondered why they were more ready to give up 
their daughters than their sons. 

Dr. Carew had found an old professor and was deep 
in subjects of mutual interest, knowing that Cousin Archie 
had much to say to Dell. 

‘‘ I wish there was another girl to take abroad,” he re- 
marked to Lyndell. ‘‘If Floyd’s daughter was a little 
older I should beg for her. But Ray and I have been so 
companionable the last year, only I am afraid I shall 
make her too old with the gravities of my life. And the 
poor child has had many depressing subjects to consider 
in her short existence. ’ ’ 

“ She is very cheerful, I think, in spite of it all. She 
was such a bright, winsome little thing, and oh, what a 
delight and comfort to your mother.” 

“I was always glad that I could give mother some- 
thing beside sorrow. O, I^yndell, how necessary it seems 
to have a little wisdom in youth, the time we have least. 
But it would hardly be youth if it was freighted with care 
and experience. The other two boys have been very 
happy in their married lives. That was a great satisfac- 
tion to mother.” 

Even now Lyndell could hardly feel resigned to the 
havoc a selfish woman had made with a life that might 
have had so much enjoyment in it, that was formed for 
domestic love and happiness. 

When they reached home they caught the sound of 
merry young v^oices in the far end of the drawing-room. 


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and the fragrance of tea gave a refreshment to fatigue. 
She laid aside her wraps and went in. There was quite 
a bevy of young people all of whom she knew except one 
young fellow with what struck her as a superabundance 
of good looks, yet at first sight it rather repelled her, she 
could not tell why. 

I wonder if I may have a cup of tea? 

0 mamma, with pleasure. Ray and I have had quite 
an unexpected reception afternoon. And to think Miss 
Golden is to sail on the same steamer as Ray, and she is 
so glad to really know some one.” 

^^My aunts are to meet me on the other side, but 
mamma has been quite worried about my crossing alone, 
though she knows the stewardess very well. I am just 
delighted. I dare say I shall end by envying Miss Stan- 
wood her father. Miss Milly has been praising him so 
warmly. ’ ’ 

Millicent smiled and flushed as she poured her mother’s 
tea. A bunch of splendid roses lay on the table, and 
two that matched them were fastened in her corsage. 

We were just taking our leave,” exclaimed an eager 
looking girl who had brought in her brother. Indeed 
they had been going the rounds,” she explained laugh- 
ingly. It was such a tempting afternoon.” 

The girls wished Ray a fine voyage and a happy year. 
There were only two or three left. Lyndell leaned over 
to put down her cup and whispered, Whose friend is- 
the dark young man? ” 

mamma — I thought you knew.” Then glancing 
up she made a little gesture that drew him thither and 
presented Iiim. <<Mr. Henderson.” 

Ah, that was what puzzled her, the likeness to his. 
mother. Yet his mother had the nobler face. 

1 am very glad to meet you, for we have already be- 


S6 A SHERBURNE INHERITANCE. 

come acquainted with some friends of yours. In fact we 
consider ourselves very fortunate, coming to a strange 
city, though it was the home of my early childhood, and 
meeting at once so many charming people. Is it true 
that one finds what one most looks for? You have seen 
my mother, I think.” 

The voice was strangely melodious, yet it had in it a 
certain vague quality that did not quite satisfy, was not 
indeed the ring of youth and hope. Perhaps she had 
Randolph’s manly, joyous cadences still floating through 
her brain. She liked clear voices full of purpose and had 
no patience with the languid society drawl. 

‘‘Yes, I have met Mrs. Henderson;” nodding 
graciously. 

“Two or three doors from us lives a Mr. and Mrs. 
Phillips — and some other members of the family. My 
mother was quite charmed with them.” 

“We are connected with Mrs. Kenneth, the in- 
valid, by a marriage. We have known her a long 
while.” 

“And Mr. and Mrs. Drayton; beside some relatives 
of yours in Washington — an artist.” 

“Yes, my cousin, Mr. Amory.” 

It seemed as if he was bringing out all his credentials 
to establish his position among them. 

“I wonder if it is too late to say how much I enjoyed 
Miss Carew’s playing the other morning at the musicale. 
She has a wonderful touch and talent.” 

“She plays some things, music she likes, exceptionally 
well. But to be remarkable in anything requires work 
and perseverance, and she does not like the labor,” 
with a smile that made his speech less a compliment. 

“To my thinking she does not need much labor. 
Isn’t it better to do a few things well, Mrs. Carew, than 


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to attempt a good many things and fall far short of suc- 
cess ? ’ ’ 

Another guest came to say good-bye. Henderson 
turned to Miss Stanwood and began to tell her about 
some pictures she must surely see at a Berlin gallery. 
Mrs. Carew gave a smiling nod and gracefully bowed 
herself out, leaving the young man to the two girls. He 
seemed in no hurry to get away, she thought. 

The girls came chattering and laughing up the broad 
staircase. Millicent had her roses and she put them in a 
tall cut-glass vase, that after the border at the top was 
clear until it reached the middle when there were facets 
again that caught the light like diamonds. How clear 
and beautiful the green stems with a suggestion of deli- 
cate red looked ! 

What magnificent roses ! ” cried Ray. And what 
a — yes he is handsome, but curiously so, do you not 
think ? It is one’s idea of a poet, only my poets are 
golden haired and fair. I’m sure I don’t know why,” 
smiling at herself. Are you sure he doesn’t write 
poetry ? ” 

He doesn’t play any scarcely, and he is so fond of 
music. I don’t know about the poetry. Yes, they are 
splendid, and oh, so sweet.” 

She just touched her face softly to them. The leaves 
were like satin, no, like something human, caressing, 
tender. 

why did not you leave them down-stairs? ” 

^^They are mine,” said Millicent with a secret exult- 
ant joy. Some one who had no relative demand on him 
had brought them purposely for her, and taking out two 
of the choicest buds had begged her to wear them that 
he might know she was not offended with the liberty. 

Yes, but since we are going out this evening ” 


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Millicent made no reply. They would be here and 
they were hers, keeping watch for her return, welcoming 
her, something she need not share with any one, for there 
were flowers enough down-stairs. 

They were to go to Mrs. Drayton’s for the evening. 
Dinner was scarcely over before two ladies came in to see 
Mrs. Carew about some poor unfortunate. 

“ Mamma is almost equal to papa,” said Milly brightly 
to Ray. ‘^Her sitting-room is her office, and patients 
flock hither. Sometimes it is very inconvenient. Why 
do people have so many wants ? ” 

Because so few of their needs are satisfied, I sup- 
pose. But those ladies looked comfortable enough.” 

“01 dare say they had a ^case.’ Some poor girl or 
v/oman whose husband has deserted her, or child to get 
into a hom*e. Ray, what a nice world it would be if 
everybody was comfortably well off. ’ ’ 

“What an idea ! But I do not suppose it could ever 
be. There are people who begin with a good deal of 
money and in a few years have wasted it all. There 
would be no use and no need for philanthrophy.” 

“ But we could have a good many other things. Auvd 
they, the once poor people, wouldn’t need to bother their 
neighbors.” 

“ O, your mother doesn’t think it a bother. And 
Ruth Ensign — I half envy her. How queer it all is; 
life I mean,” with a little reminiscent laugh; “and the 
schoolgirls that were together. I can’t, somehow, make 
a compeer out of Mrs. Con Murray, but when she was 
Gertie Maurice she was on a par with the other girls, ex- 
cept — I don’t say this in any derogatory manner, ” with a 
touch of deprecation in her tone — “she was poor and 
very brave about her poverty. She never pretended to 
anything she wasn’t. And now she is a brilliant society 


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woman in the best sense. Violet Osborne is in Rome 
making a reputation on pictures, to Uncle Paul’s great 
delight. Pearl is married splendidly; Princess is the 
sweetest wife and mother I know, and hasn’t lost her in- 
terest in outside matters. Then there was a Kitty Saxon, 
who is married — Ruth and I are the — what shall I say 
— we are not old ; ” and the sentence ended with a gay 
accent. 

Do you think you will be married, Ray? ” 

Ray Stanwood flushed. 

‘‘I haven’t thought about it — much,” rather inco- 
herently. I have not seen any one I liked above all 
others, and there was grandmamma — and papa, and the 
home, and I have had a real good young girl-time after 
some mistakes and a great sorrow. But I would like 
something definite. I don’t want to lead a useless life. 
I think I should like to be up here among you all, full of 
work and interest, and leading a large life. Still if God 
gives us small things to do we ought to do them cheer- 
fully.” 

Why can’t we be let to do them as we like, then ? ” 
said Millicent, with wilful curves to her generally repose- 
ful lips that shut so prettily. Honor said of her she did 
not need to talk, that she made more of an impression 
when she was silent. Everybody talks of contentment, 
but when you want only a few things, and are quite satis- 
fied with your own way, why can’t you be let to enjoy it 
in peace? ” 

Millicent was seldom argumentative. She seemed to 
give up in many ways, yet in the under current of her 
will held on persistently, as many outwardly gentle peo- 
ple do. 

‘^I’m not sure about contentment. It is something 
finer and grander than most of us make it. I have seen 


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some lazy, wretched people content in their dirt and 
misery, and some very self-complacent people who . fell 
back upon this much maligned virtue. I think it has 
a higher and finer quality.” 

Ray had learned many things in her short life, and 
that loveliest of all grace, that of doing without. She 
was resigned to not having beauty or genius, or a fine 
voice, or brilliancy like Mrs. Con Murray. Yet Aunt 
Millicent had said to Lyndell : How much prettier Ray 
has grown ! She has come back to the sunshiny bright- 
ness of her childhood.” 

‘^She has been learning to go out of her own self. 
Introspection and comparison are bad diseases for young 
girls, though, like measles,” laughing brightly, ‘‘most 
of us seem to have an attack of them in the susceptible 
years. ’ ’ 

Millicent Carew was thinking in her slow way of Ray’s 
last sentence. 

“I want what I want,” she began presently. “It is 
not very much either, and I am satisfied with it. How 
do other people know what suits you down in your 
heart?” 

Talking of these things to Milly was like talking in a 
circle, one never reached the vital point. Ray liked 
Honor better, and yet Milly was very sweet. But it was 
true she did not take much interest in anything outside 
of herself. 

“There is Aunt Milly’s carriage, I do believe. O, 
and you are all ready ! I should like to have a maid. 
Mamma thinks it foolishness, and yet she had some one 
at Sherburne House. I’m going to put a rose in my hair. 
Ray, there are some pretty pink ones down-stairs ’ ’ — she 
could not think of giving up her choice ones. “ I won’t 
need gloves since I am to play. Am I all right ? ” 


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9r 

She look extremely pretty in her pale, pink silk gown, 
with its chiffon rufflings. Ray’s was blue nun’s veiling, 
and very becoming. They just said adieu to mamma 
through a twirl in the portiere, and glided down-stairs. 

It was only a little promiscuous company. Mrs. Wen- 
dell was going to take her daughter abroad, and after a 
summer of travel leave her at a school to be perfected 
in a few foreign branches. She was anxious that some- 
where they should meet the Stanwoods, and had been in- 
vited to make their acquaintance. Mrs. Howe and her 
son, a young clergyman, had come to dinner. Two or 
three others had been asked, and there were nearly always 
some friends dropping in. 

Miss Wendell was shy and unformed. Millicent looked 
her over, and decided at once she should not care for 
her, and after the introductions seated herself gracefully 
beside Mrs. Howe, who was elderly, with snowy white 
hair, and had been past thirty when she was married. 
Her son was seven or eight and twenty, a nice looking 
young fellow with eager eyes, as if he was quite ready 
for the struggle with the evils of the day. Mrs. Drayton 
was one of his admirations, and he was always glad of 
invitations. Mr. Drayton had such spendid judgment 
that he often asked his advice, since he was struggling 
with a small chapel interest not very far away. 

Carrie Wendell said yes and no, and was very hard 
to get on with. Mrs. Wendell came over to talk with 
Ray. What were their plans ? 

Scotland and Ireland first, and journeying about 
Western England, Ray thought, then the continent, and 
coming down to Rome for part of the winter, over to 
France afterwards. 

You are going to take it leisurely,” said the lady. 

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see all I can. Going abroad has been a dream since 
girlhood, and I am sorry to be alone. Mr. Wendell 
doesn’t care for travel. You are fortunate in having your 
father, a man is such a protection and can look after 
everything.” 

Mr. Stanwood came in then, and Mrs. Wendell went 
over to him to discuss a few points. 

I wonder if you will like a foreign school?” Ray 
asked of the quiet girl. 

“ O, I am sure I shan't. I am afraid of strangers, and 
foreign girls must be so different. I don’t see why 
American girls should need foreign educations.” 

She looked frightened as if she had said too much. 

^^Have you never been away at school?” 

‘^No. I’ve been going to a day-school here in the 
city.” 

Ray’s heart was full of pity for the poor child. 

‘‘I was at a boarding-school with three other cousins. 
We had a nice time, and there were many charming 
girls. Still, I was homesick at first.” 

I shall not like it I know,” in a dull, rather resentful 
tone. ^‘But mamma thinks you do not get good foreign 
pronunciations here.” 

‘‘You rarely do get them perfect. I’ve been going 
over French and German this winter, and papa under- 
stands German quite well. So we are in a measure 
prepared.” 

“I’ve studied them some. I hate them!” and she 
drew her brows into a frown. 

Ray felt sorry for the poor girl, and wondered what 
the foreign education would do for her. She almost suf- 
fered vicariously for her. Then she glanced at Mrs. 
Wendell who was rather pretty and stylish, and looked 
very animated talking to her father. 


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Some one was looking at her, too. How nice she was 
to talk to that stick of a girl ! Then Hope Drayton 
entered the room with her cordial winsomeness, and 
seemed like a flash of sunshine. 

^^What a difference there is in girls,” Roger Howe 
said to himself. But then Miss Drayton has had 
every advantage. And how unselfish of Miss Stan- 
wood to try and entertain that dull girl, when she has 
only a little time for her relatives.” 

^^You can have your music, Mr. Howe,” said Mrs. 
Drayton. ^^Millicent, you and Hope play the duet first, 
as she has to go back to her lessons, and then let Mr. 
Howe select. He is very fond of Beethoven.” 

Millicent had been much entertained by Mrs. Howe 
who after years of simple country living had moved 
to the city to be with her son, and was a little bewildered 
by the rush and hurry of everything, and the crowded 
aspect. 

If we didn't live near the park I do not believe 
I could endure it,” she had said plaintively. And if 
I had not met so many delightful people ! I had an idea 
one would feel very lonely and not know any one, since 
it isn’t the fashion to speak to your next-door neighbor. 
But there are a great many good Samaritans in the city. 
I think people’s hearts are quite as tender and generous 
as in the country.” 

Millicent had only to smile and answer in monosyl- 
lables. But they were so different from Miss Wendell’s, 
and her face was illumined by charming courtesy. 

The young girl rose. 

Don’t you want to come in the music-room ? ” Mr. 
Howe asked of his mother. 

O yes, I shall be delighted.” 

Ray, suppose you take in Miss Wendell.” 


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The girl gave a frightened look as if it was an em> 
barrassment to stir. But Ray took her hand and smiled^ 
and she felt quite brave as the elder girl walked so 
serenely across the room. 

The others kept on with their conversation, listening 
in the pauses. The duet was really enchanting. Then 
Hope made a pretty gesture of adieu and slipped from 
the room, followed by Miss Wendell’s longing eyes. If 
she might feel so free, so satisfied with herself ! 

Millicent had no especial consciousness of Mr. Howe.. 
He turned the music for her, he made little comments,, 
but they did not embarrass her in the slightest. She felt 
at home in this kind of music, and it was as if she was 
playing for herself. 

‘‘I hope I haven’t tired you out,” he began presen tl7 
in a pause. Don’t you sing ? ” 

^‘No,” returned Millicent, frankly. ‘‘Except to sing 
little things for myself. Then I don’t especially care for 
singing, only to listen when some one sings very 
beautifully.” 

“Perhaps it would be unfair to the others to have 
every gift. You have such a soft, melodious voice.” 

“ But it is only made to talk with, and to read aloud. 
She fell short of so many things. 

“ I should like to hear you read.” 

“I used to read aloud a great deal to grandmamma,, 
but she is gone; ” and Millicent sighed softly. 

Mrs. Wendell came in. Carrie had almost a smile on 
her impassive face. In low tones Mrs. Howe and Ray 
had been talking across her, and she felt as if she had 
been part of the conversation. 

“We must go now,” her mother began. “Miss.. 
Carew, you play exquisitely. Miss Stanwood, your 
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land first. I am so glad we are going over in the same 
steamer. ’ ’ 

Ray didn’t feel exactly glad, but she was courteous. 

If I had the courage to cross the ocean I should like 
to go with you and your father,” exclaimed Mrs. Howe. 

Roger talks of it, but I think he will have to leave me 
behind. Then, Miss Carew, I shall come to you for a 
little comfort in music.” 

Millicent looked uncertain and was silent. 

It was such a fine night, Mr. Stanwood begged 
the girls to walk home with him, so he declined the car-^ 
riage. 

^^We shall have a retinue going abroad,” exclaimed 
Ray with a mischievous laugh. ‘‘I don’t know that 
I am glad of Mrs. Wendell, but the steamer will be large, 
and there will be other people. I have heard a good 
deal about the friends one makes in crossing.” 

Mrs. Wendell is really agreeable when she forgets 
herself,” returned Ray’s father. Very well informed, 
too, in a kind of book fashion. Only I’d rather people 
did not think a trip abroad completed one’s education.” 

And that poor girl ! ” cried Ray with a voice full of 
sympathy. ^‘To think how she will suffer in a foreign 
school ! My heart aches for her.” 

Two of her cousins have been accomplished abroad 
and married well.” There was a tinge of mirth in the 
voice. ^Mt is a pity comparatively nice people should 
spoil themselves by trying to get out of their limitations.’^ 

‘‘The girl is dreadful,” declared Millicent: “I pity 
you, Ray. Why Aunt Milly should take up such people ” 
— and her tone died away in disgust. 

“Missionary work,” suggested Uncle Archie. 

“But that Mrs. Howe was lovely,” exclaimed Ray. 
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only she is so quaintly old-fashioned, and adores her son 
with singleness of heart.” 

If Ray thought Millicent would make a comment on 
the son she was mistaken. 

The son escorted his mother homeward with attention 
and bits of pleasant talk. Miss Carew was his main sub- 
ject, the music had moved him immeasurably. 

I feel quite in love with the other girl,” said Mrs. 
Howe. She acted so prettily towards that Miss Wen- 
dell, and tried to bring her into the talk with such a 
sweet graciousness. She isn’t as lovely, but Miss Carew 
seems cold beside her. I think only music moves her.” 


CHAPTER VII. 


HOURS OF DELIGHT. 

OPRING was blooming wherever the brick and stone 
^ of civilization had not crowded it out. The sky- 
had a delicate blue, the grass was like emerald where it 
was let to grow. The travelers had started on their 
journey and people were planning for summer pleasures 
and summer charities. Dell had so many things on her 
hands, but Ruth Ensign was such a delightful helper and 
put such a thorough young heart in everything. 

Mrs, Henderson had taken a fancy to her as well, had 
made her the almoner of her charities. 

quite envy your Mrs. Kenneth,” she said one day. 

I know I shouldn’t suit you half as well, and I am not 
religious. I don’t see how people keep any religion in 
the whirl of a great city.” 

We don’t whirl quite so much,” replied Ruth laugh- 
ingly. 

I want you to be my adviser. When you run 
short or want to do anything special, do not be afraid to 
come to me.” 

^^You are very good to offer so much. O, can’t you 
get interested yourself? ” with an eager look. 

No, I cannot, really. I sort of assent to the theories, 
but I don’t like the people. I should never know what 
to say to them. I offered that young Mr. Howe some 
money for his plans — is that doing good vicariously or 
do you only suffer vicariously? I’ve forgotten.” 

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How charming Mrs. Henderson could make herself 
when her eyes softened and that pretty color like a young 
girl’s came up in her face. 

Is it a sign of oncoming old age when you are fond 
of young people?” she queried smilingly. 

Mrs. Henderson, no one could think of old age 
looking at you,” Ruth said earnestly and with great 
candor. 

Thank you.” The smile was fascinating. Mrs. 
Henderson pressed the small hand close to hers. That 
was as much as a more demonstrative woman meant by a 
kiss. 

^^Yes — I would like to have some girls, I think. I 
did so enjoy the merry little luncheon last week. What 
is Miss Carew’s college sister like ; very bookish and 
strong-minded ? ” 

O, no.” Ruth laughed at the idea. She is gay 
and full of fun — I should have thought a year or two 
ago that Milly would have been more likely to go to 
college.” 

^^Much learning might not make her ‘mad,’ but it 
would spoil her. She is very charming as it is. I wonder 
if you wouldn’t go to drive with me — could you spare 
time, little busy bee — say to-morrow ? I get so tired of 
driving about alone. Charlton enjoys riding much 
better. The park is so lovely now, and then we could go 
up along the country ways. O, do say yes ! ” 

The voice was so entreating and the last little inflection 
gave it feeling. 

“ I — do not know — let me see — ” in indecision. 

“Yes, you must. I will send in and see if Miss Carew 
can go. Or if you would take my note to her. You see 
I stand a little in awe of her mother. Not being a 
mother of girls I don’t quite know what is proper.” 


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‘^But you always do things beautifully. Yes, I wish 
you had some girls, you would make them so happy.” 

Thank you again. I am afraid you are a dainty 
little flatterer. O, don’t go,” with charming entreaty. 

“ I have stayed ever so long. I always do stay,” laugh- 
ingly. 

Don’t you suppose I need some company as well as 
the old women in homes, or the children in hospitals ? 
Didn’t some one once suggest a gospel to the rich? But 
I shouldn’t want any prosy old fellow preaching it. I’d 
rather choose two nice young girls.” 

Do you realize that I’m not so very young? ” said Ruth 
gravely. I don’t know how I have fallen into being 
Millicent’s compeer. I am contemporary with Miss 
Stan wood — we were at school together. ’ ’ 

^‘Well — that isn’t being so very old. And then per- 
haps you are the better companion for Miss Carew. I 
think any mother would like you for a friend to her 
daughter. ’ ’ 

‘^Now I ought to say, ^ Thank you.’ ” Ruth sprang 
up and made a little courtesy. 

Mrs. Henderson rose and went over to her writing- 
desk. That was her very own and was very beautiful. 
She had added several articles to the already handsome 
furnishing. The paper and the monogram were exquisite. 

shall be so much obliged. Be sure to send me a 
consent. I shall order the carriage.” 

They gave each other an adieu, and Ruth tripped 
lightly down the stairs. She had a message of her own 
for Mrs. Carew, about a poor baby who would have to 
go to the hospital. 

O,” said Dell after they had settled the baby’s case, 
Milly has gone out with grandpapa. Yes, I know she 
will be pleased with this, as well.” 

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<^Mrs. Henderson puts so many things on the ground 
of a great favor to her. She is certainly very charming. ’ ’ 
will not have her rivaling our dear Mrs. Kenneth. 
You must not yield to the fascination.” 

Mrs. Carew, no one could do that.” And then — 
a color flamed up in the sweet face, ^^Mrs. Kenneth has 
the greater love and the greater wisdom, her heart goes 
down deep into all the phases of life, and she loves me. 
I don’t know about Mrs. Henderson’s real love, but it 
isn’t Christian love. I wish it was when she is so good 
and generous. I am so sorry she hasn’t a daughter.” 

An odd thought crossed Lynd ell’s mind. But no, 
this girl could never be her daughter in that way of re- 
lationship. Young Mr. Henderson would want to marry 
some gay society girl, and no doubt the mother would 
wish that for him. 

Dell wondered after her visitor had gone what such 
women as Mrs. Henderson found satisfying in their lives. 
She made no bid for admiration, though Dell could see 
that if she exerted herself to any extent society would 
gladly pay her homage. She was a peculiar and attract- 
ive study, and a puzzle as well. It seemed possible for 
her to come up to some of the higher living, and what a 
flne influence she could exert ! She was widely informed, 
and when she chose, could be most fascinating. Lyndell 
grudged her to the frivolities of the world. 

Of the son she did not feel so sure. He was very well- 
bred in society, devoted to his mother in a charmingly 
natural manner, with no effusiveness. 

They met him in society, for now that she was the 
mother of a fully grown-up daughter she had to consider 
society with a rather different eye. Millicent was lack- 
ing in sturdy self-reliance. A girl like Ruth Ensign was 
a tonic to such a nature, and Ruth had more youthful 


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buoyancy than when they first knew her. How finely 
her character had developed ! Were girls more in ear- 
nest a few years ago ? 

Mrs. Henderson made a delightful call of a few mo- 
ments upon Mrs. Kenneth. Millicent was sitting at the 
window watching, and sped eagerly through the halb 
smiling as she ran down the stoop. 

You don’t know how really grateful I am,” said the 
voice in its affluent sweetness. ‘Hf I had known one 
more girl — we ought to have another to make the party 
complete. What a pity your cousin has gone. Miss 
Carew ! And that lovely Hope Drayton is kept like a 
nun in a convent, which is an excellent thing, after alb 
so we can lay no surreptitious plots for her. Neither do 
we want an alien element introduced,” smiling with a 
decisive sweetness, as if that settled the matter. 

What a day it was, full of bloom, richness and sun^ 
shine, the air fragrant with a hundred odors, the new 
growth of pine, hemlock and fir adding spicy suggestion 
of forests. The beautiful park was at its best, and 
thronged with carriages, horseback riders and merry 
groups of pedestrians. May was written in the gladness 
of the faces. 

After they had wound around the attractive ways, they 
turned northward and were soon in the country, that was 
after all only an unfinished continuation of the city. 
But the river gleamed through here and there, aglow 
with the westward going sun, the hills and bluffs opposite 
being more in the shade were penetrated by grays and 
browns deepening to black. 

Mrs. Henderson had many reminiscences. Little in- 
cidents of what had happened here and there, a bit of 
scenery with a touch of humanity thrown across it in a 
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country village with peasants dancing on some festival 
eve. 

lo think the poor have more enjoyment abroad. 
They work hard, they live meagrely, but they have many 
real pleasures, the kind they can understand and enjoy 
for themselves. It is so different in the great cities, the 
hives of industry the country boasts of so proudly.” 

‘<But we are changing that slowly. It is hard work, 
for duty is often made unattractive, and pleasure looked 
upon as a thing one ought not choose. But when one 
considers the enjoyment the rich and the middle class 
can have in music, in social intercourse and intellectual 
pursuits that would not appeal to the poor starved souls, 
it does seem as if something they loved and understood 
must be provided for them. I have found you cannot 
raise people so rapidly; ” smiling with a sweet serious- 
ness. 

^^What a missionary you are. Miss Ensign. Do you 
never tire of all this work and perplexity ? ’ ’ 

When I do some one gives me a treat — like this,” 
smiling and raising luminous eyes. 

And you keep so cheerful and eager. I suppose you 
do find some rewards? It wouldn’t be in human nature 
to serve forever without compensation.” 

I can’t help thinking a good deal of humanity is very 
kindly and generous, and trustful as well. And when 
the higher endeavor is added to it” — she made a little 
pause — she was so used to talking to Mrs. Kenneth. 
^^But I don’t want to preach,” with laughing self-re- 
proach ; the sweetness lingering on her lips. 

You are quite a new study. Miss Ensign. I know 
women who have had bitter troubles and turned religious, 
and people who were educated in a religious way, be- 
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fashionable religious, because it is respectable and gives 
one tone. But you are so sincere, so in earnest ; ’ ' and 
the approval in the eyes bent gently upon her was very 
flattering. And you are so young to take up this life.” 

But it is the life I love,” with enthusiasm. 

What a wife she would make for that young clergy- 
m*an,” thought Mrs. Henderson. ‘^And I dare say he 
will throw himself away on some fashionable girl in want 
of a husband.” 

Are you not sometimes deceived in people ? I have 
met more than one fraud. That is why I would rather 
hand my sources of benevolence over to a person who 
has had some experience. I know I should be shame- 
fully taken in. ’ ’ 

O, yes. It is quite hard to distinguish. I found a 
most provoking instance this morning. We took up a 
family in the winter, the mother in very poor health, all 
of them half starved through lack of employment, de- 
pending on a boy who sold papers and did odd jobs. 
We found employment for the oldest girl who now earns 
flve dollars a week ; the boy, two, sometimes a little over. 
They have that for food, clothes, and fuel, the rent being 
provided for. The mother has seen better days she 
claims and excuses short-comings on this ground. There 
is a younger child, a girl. Some one was in a few days 
ago and gave the mother five dollars. She went out and 
bought a dress and a hat for the little girl and spent the 
rest in getting some photographs taken to send to her 
husband’s family at the west, from whom they never 
hear. The hat was a poor flimsy thing overloaded with 
cheap flowers. The child needed shoes — so did the boy. 
He is such a good sturdy fellow. The mother is dreads 
fully improvident, but the girl seems to have some judg- 
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the mother she falls back on the fact that she never was 
used to pinching and screwing in her early days. It is 
very provoking sometimes. And that is why it is fre- 
quently best not to give the money outright.” 

‘ ^ But I suppose it was a great pleasure to the poor 
woman who probably did not often spend money as she 
liked,” said Mrs. Henderson in a rather amused tone, 
yet with a touch of perversity. 

am not at all sure. When she told me about it 
she complained of their relatives’ neglect. Perhaps she 
thought it might rouse their memory.” 

Were there people, families, living on seven dollars a 
week ! Would they not rather be dead, Mrs. Henderson 
wondered. Country poverty did not seem so bad, peas- 
ant living had few wants and the broad out of doors. 

They were coming down through the park again and a 
thrush was singing in a thicket. Millicent’s quick ear 
caught the sound and her sensitive complexion flushed in 
a most alluring fashion. She had said but little. 

She is not interested in all this work, the elder lady 
thought. Yet she was too well bred to seem at all bored 
with it. In fact she was not bored. She had a vague 
idea that some time she would come to believe in the 
chief good. Mamma had not been so full of schemes 
back there at Sherburne House when she was a girl. 
So Millicent listened with a kind of attentive suavity, 
smiling and answering when deferred to, and busy with 
the side issue of her own thoughts. 

At first there had been an unsatisfactory incomplete- 
ness, and she hated to have any fancy go wrong. She 
had felt quite sure who would occupy the fourth seat in 
the carriage. In the park or somewhere they would 
pick up Charltoa Henderson, but they had not. The 
expectation had not been strong enough for keen disap- 


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pointment. The young man was the most agreeable 
person she had met in society. She did not know how to 
answer the badinage that passes for wit among young 
people. She was too truthful and had too small an 
estimate of her own attractions to accept the florid 
compliments that were offered nearly every girl indiscrim- 
inately. Henderson had a fund of impersonal small 
talk, and on music they were both at home, except that he 
was really too indolent to ever become a musician. He 
had called a few times, and had brought her flowers. 
She was fond of recalling that first time. 

I brought you some roses for an excuse to call,’’ he 
had said, and she looking up pleased and surprised had 
answered with a little flush — Was an excuse needed ? ” 
thought so,” gravely. <^Do you know I have, 
never been invited ? If I have committed any breach you 
must lay it to my ignorance of the customs of a strange 
city, and my desire to see you at home.” 

When the roses began to fade a little she had cut the 
moist stems and laid them in a box. They were still 
sweet. She could not have given any reason for it ; she 
was not on the verge of any sudden preference, only, they 
were hers especially. 

She met him almost everywhere among young people. 
Society was very fond of him, as he had two requisites,, 
wealth and good looks. 

They paused to return Miss Ensign. 

I have had such a delightful afternoon. Thank you. 
very much,” Ruth exclaimed with a bright smile. 

But dear Mrs. Henderson, do not ask me very often or 
I shall be spoiled.” 

should take it as a compliment to my powers of 
attraction if I could spoil such a sensible, well-balanced 
nature as yours,” returned the lady with smiling approval.. 


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Then the carriage stopped at her own door. 

Millicent glanced up in surprise and was about to 
speak, but settled back in her seat. 

‘‘ I am a wilful woman who must have her own way ; ” 
and there was a persuasive sweetness in the tone. 
am going to keep you to dinner and then you are to pay 
me by some music. See what a mercenary person I am ! 

exacting to the uttermost farthing ” 

But mamma ” — gently interrupting. 

O, I will despatch a note to her at once. And you 
shall be safely convoyed home. Do not cloud over my 
pleasant afternoon.” 

She stepped out hesitatingly, and she heard the carriage 
ordered for half-past nine. Surely mamma could not 
object ! 

Mrs. Henderson preceded her up the pretty winding 
:Stairway to a daintily appointed dressing-room. 

<^Take off your hat and smooth your ruffled plumes, 
not too smooth, however, while I write a note.” 

A great bunch of violets stood on a small onyx table, 
and the apartment was fragrant with the odor. The 
toilette appointments were exquisite. Millicent laid 
aside her wrap, passed the comb through her wind blown 
hair, rubbed the dust from her face, and for an instant 
examined it critically. The chin was rounder, the cheeks 
a little fuller, the dimple near the corner of her mouth 
deeper. She had accepted herself and now seldom 
longed for the perfection of beauty. 

‘^Do you know I am not exactly in dinner dress,” she 
began as Mrs. Henderson entered the room with the 
announcement that the letter had gone. 

No matter. We will not be formal. I have not made 
friends enough as yet to drop in upon me unexpectedly, 
-and Charlton is uncertain. I get very lonely sometimes. 


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107 


And it isn’t quite like a house of one’s very own, where 
you buy pretty things and rearrange and occupy one’s 
time in all manner of plans. I think I must have a real 
home before I am ready to die of old age. If Charlton 
should marry, — I do wonder if I could be amiable 
enough to attract a daughter-in-law ? I should want her 
to be like an own daughter.” 

A delicious wave of color went up the very roots of the 
soft brownish gold hair. Millicent could not make the 
question personal, if she had she would have been covered 
with shame. And then they both laughed without any 
confessed cause. 

have a pretty lace fichu here, let us see how it will 
look. Haven’t you read of old women who died and left 
behind them such an array of attire ? Queen Elizabeth 
for instance. And some of the old colonial women that 
we fancy had such hard times and went clad in hodden 
gray ! Yet they had fine lace caps and velvet gowns and 
neck and wrist ru files of Venetian lace and all that. 
Perhaps I shall be like them.” 

She had been looking over a drawer and now took out 
an exquisite bit of lace that she draped about Millicent’ s 
neck and made a jabot of the ends. 

Girls are prettiest not overloaded. That is the vice 
of modern dressing here, I find. It ought to be left to 
the dowagers. Girlhood is so pretty and sweet in 
itself. Now we will go down.” 

The bell sounded just as they reached the -hall. The 
immaculate young butler ushered them in the dining- 
room and seated them. Just then the hall door opened, 
and a step was heard. 

^Ht is Mr. Henderson.” 

‘‘Yes. Tell him to be quick as possible. Then go on 
with the dinner. Young men have as much vanity as 


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women about their appearance. Yet they ought to pay 
proper respect. You have a brother ? ’’ 

He has not reached the period of conventional careful- 
ness,” said Millicent with a sense of amusement remem- 
bering Randolph’s outspoken democratic heresies in the 
past in contrast to their Cousin Sherburne’s aristocratic 
proclivities. ^^And then there is the younger one,” 
she added. 

** The elder is at West Point ? ” 

^^Yes.” 

In what year? ” 

It is his first year. But he is sure of promotion, and 
is very enthusiastic.” 

Charlton Henderson entered, bowed low and politely 
to his mother and begged to be excused for lateness, and 
then passed around to Millicent greeting her with evident 
pleasure. 

A quick color came to her cheek. She flushed easily 
if there was a peculiar immobility to her face except 
where she was strongly moved. 

What were you doing all the afternoon ? If you 
had been at home I should have asked you to join us. 
We went driving through all the lovely haunts the city 
affords,” his mother exclaimed inquiringly. 

Which are not a great many, after all, I am sorry. I 
stayed stupidly at the club, and then went with Giles Free- 
land to help him choose between two pictures at a friend’s 
studio. Miss Carew, did you ever help a friend decide 
upon any article — I do suppose girls take some one along 
occasionally ? ’ ’ 

^‘No. I think — I am afraid the girls I know would 
hardly care for my judgment. I know only enough to 
suit myself.” 

<^You are fortunate to know that. Take my advice. 


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109 


acquired by rather mortifying experiences. Your friend 
will always choose the other thing in sublime disregard of 
the fact that he pretended to defer to you.” 

Mrs. Henderson gave a soft, low laugh. 

It will freshen up your artistic side a little. You 
are getting rather dull. We ought to take a journey 
somewhere. Why, I should like to see West Point 
again. It is years since I have been there. Let us go 

some day — though we do not know any one ’ ^ 

wait until my sister comes home. We are all 
going then to see our cadet. It will be a kind of vaca- 
tion time though he won’t be allowed to come home un- 
til another year.” 

^‘I admire his bravery,” said Charlton. ^^I think I 
could fight for my life if need were, perhaps for my 
country if I had one, but to take that four years’ train- 
ing — ” pausing with an abrupt, but still musical laugh. 
And haven’t you any country — like poor Nolan? ” 
No, not like Hale’s miserable wretch. But I have 
been in foreign lands so much that I sometimes forget 
where I belong,” 

He was born in this very city, but when he was seven 
we went abroad.” 

^H’ve been thinking, mother, that it would not be a 
bad idea for us to explore the wild and wondrous West. 
Such marvels as are told about all the Pacific Coast. I 
am tired of the old world. But I am not as badly off as 
Alexander. Geography wasn’t up to date or he might 
have saved his tears of disappointment.” 

Millicent laughed with a delicate ripple, a quiver of 
delight it seemed. 

They lingered over the dessert. When they finally rose 
from the table Mrs. Henderson said — 

Charlton you may go to your den and smoke, or to 


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the club, but I shall resign myself to Miss Carew’s ex- 
quisite playing if she will indulge me that much. She 
has just the touch and taste for an after dinner sympo- 
sium.” 

Why, I will do it gladly,” she replied with charming 
eagerness, pleased that she could make some return. 

I don’t know why I should be dismissed so uncere- 
moniously; ” in a complaining tone. 

‘^But you will have to forego your cigar.” 

A great sacrifice,” returned Charlton in a whimsical 
tone of half protest. What if I decide to stay? Miss 
Carew, shall I interfere with your inspirations ? ’ ’ 

am not inspired. I love certain kinds of music. 
Perhaps I practise them to the detriment of more modern 
things, the generally admired style. O Mrs. Henderson, 
did you ever feel the limitations of your — mind, I sup- 
pose it is, and that there were many things you could 
not do well ? ” 

Her tone was so frank with its naive asking that the 
elder woman smiled. The very simplicity had a dignity 
about it that prohibited compliment. 

But since you do some lovely things well, is not that 
enough? ” 

Millicent seated herself at the piano. For a few 
moments her slim fingers wandered among the chords, 
evoking softest melody like the faint rustling of leaves 
with the dusk of twilight setting over everything. 

Charlton sprang up suddenly. She heard the move- 
ment though it was of the quietest, and paused,, partly 
turned. 

Pardon me. That is too beautiful for garish gas- 
light. Mother, do you mind if I turn the burners low ? 
We should have candles instead.” 

But Miss Carew ” 


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III 


She knows her music by heart. Wasn’t there a bit 
of improvising in that ? ” 

She flushed warmly. 

Go on stringing beads of melody on a golden chain*. 
There, isn’t that better ? I hate bright lights if there is 
no necessity for them.” 

Thank you,” she replied. ^^Mrs. Henderson, 
you are quite sure you like this dreamy, suggestive 
music ? ” 

As you play it ; ” in a quiet tone. 

Charlton settled himself on the sofa with cushions 
about him and his feet on a rest ; a picture of luxurious 
indolence. He could see Millicent’s face when she 
turned it a little towards the end of the piano, and when 
her white fingers wandered down to the depth of the bass 
which was soft and deep. Now and then there would be^ 
a slight pause and a new beginning. Once he recognized, 
a dreamy, wistful thing of Chopin’s, a nocturne, medi- 
tative, full of moonlight and mystery, diffusing a penetra- 
tive sense of delight. 

Charlton Henderson yielded himself to the spell that 
was in a measure sensuous, a kind of emotional rapture 
that thrilled every pulse. With Millicent it was rather a 
heavenly idealism that in moments like these swept over 
her and was indeed part of her inner life that so far no one 
had taken the trouble to fathom. 

Through half closed eyes — Mrs. Henderson was watch- 
ing. The music moved Charlton deeply, she could see 
that by the way the fingers interlaced, and the droop of 
the head, the eyes wandering over the figure of the slim 
musician who indulged in no painful swayings, but seemed 
a perfect personification of melody. 

The silvery tone of the clock in the adjoining room 
gave its nine tuneful measures. She played on after that 


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had ceased to the end of a soft, sweet undertone that 
seemed to die in exquisite tenderness. 

Then she turned, her face flushed with a glow of excite- 
ment and enthusiasm, for in a subtle manner that music 
only can translate, she had felt that she was giving 
pleasure. 

Charlton sprang up as if but half awake, yet there was 
no sleepiness in his eyes which were like points of flame. 
The music had fired his inert nature. 

have we tired you unconsciously? It was so de- 
lightful, that is the only excuse. I could have listened 
all night.” 

He took her hand in his and she felt the quiver go 
through her whole body. 

‘‘ I must thank you for a very great pleasure. I think 
you could exorcise any evil spirit, and give comfort to 
the weariest soul. I am afraid I shall want you too 
often.” 

Mrs. Henderson stood beside her with satisfaction in 
every line of her face, and her voice had a delicate ap- 
proval far removed from conventional flattery. 

‘^And now we must have something to restore the 
flagging energies. Mother, there should be nectar and 
ambrosia to end the feast.” 

Cream and cake,” said Mrs. Henderson with the 
suggestion of a laugh in her voice. ‘‘ The old gods 
probably had something more ethereal.” 

‘‘ O, I am not tired, I often play that way for myself 
when I am alone.” Millicent’s face was full of the 
happy light of youth, and her tone joyous. 

They walked out to the dining-room. The butler 
-brought in cream, bonbons and cake. 

Did you ever try writing music?” asked Mr. Hen- 
derson. 


HOURS OF DELIGHT, 113 

No.’’ Millicent was curiously surprised. 

I should think you might — except the trouble. Or 
perhaps you hate to bother over things ? The dreams 
that float through the brain are so much more captivating 
than real labor. I hate actual work.” 

You must not talk heresy to Miss Carew,” interposed 
his mother. Her family are of a strenuous kind, living 
to some purpose, while we are cumberers of the 
ground.” 

O, Mrs. Henderson,” the girl exclaimed earnestly, 
you do not do yourself any justice. You make people 

very happy. You give ” 

She paused in embarrassment, a bright color flying up 
to her brow under the smiling eyes bent upon her. 

I give what doesn’t cost me anything, hardly a 
thought. I believe there is no great virtue in that. And 

if small pleasures make one happy ” 

‘‘It is the thinking about people and what they may 
enjoy.” Her eyes had a delicious approbation in them. 

“Don’t talk of these abstruse subjects,” interposed 
Charlton with a light ironical laugh. “You have never 
been to Germany, Miss Carew?” 

“No, but I am hoping to go. Germany is the home 
of music ” 

“O, why didn’t you let me say that?” leaning back 
with a pretense of resentful indignation. “ It was on the 
tip of my tongue ready to blossom into a sentence. 
People very often snap up my ideas, and make me dull 
by contrast.” 

“ Did I snap it up? I beg your pardon.” 

There was an arch demureness about her that would 
have been coquettish in any other girl. 

“ There are many delightful things in Germany, and 
the lives of the musicians come home to you there with 


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a peculiar interest. How hard they worked that we 
might enjoy ! How many discouragements they had, 
but I suspect their true life was in the brain, forever 
alight with melody. Some time we will talk this over. 
Strange that I should be a musical enthusiast and not be 
master of a single instrument ! ” 

Millicent looked her surprise. <‘Do you not play at 
all?” 

Not as you played to-night. I have achieved a few 
tunes on the piano, but I haven’t the perseverance that 
the scales require. I once tried a violin, most young 
fellows do, but its horrible wails and howls drove me 
half crazy. I don’t know what they would have done to 
other people if I had not mercifully desisted.” 

Millicent laughed as they rose. The butler announced 
the carriage. 

Mrs. Henderson bade her the kindliest good -night. 
Charlton put her in and then seated himself beside her. 

O do come again soon,” he said. I have enjoyed 
the evening so much. And I know what it has been to 
Madame Mere.” 

She raised her soft eyes with a kind of glad assent. 


CHAPTER VIII. 


MYSTERIOUS POSSIBILITIES. 

'"T^HERE was a sound of earnest conversation in the 
^ Carew drawing-room as the hall door was opened 
for Millicent. She hesitated a moment, then turned to 
the staircase. Her mother came out smilingly. 

‘‘Did you have a pleasant time? I dare say you are 
tired. Two of the professors are here enjoying a discus- 
sion with your father.’' 

“It was delightful. I have played all the evening.. 
I like Mrs. Henderson so much.” 

Her girlish face was suffused with a sense of pleasur- 
able satisfaction. 

“Good-night, dear,” said the mother softly. Milli- 
cent was so seldom enthusiastic over people. 

She ran lightly up to her room. All the world seemed 
in a glow to her, as if it had been illumined by some far- 
reaching light. She was not analytical, nor introspective 
though she lived so much within herself. She was happy 
and satisfied because she had pleased another where there 
was no requirement of duty, no talk that roused vague 
misgivings. She had simply been herself, played as she 
liked and given and received enjoyment. She could see 
Mrs. Henderson in the high-backed easy chair of blue 
velvet that threw up her light gray brocaded silk gown 
and the fine laces, while the few handsome diamonds 
were set like stars. And the other figure lounging in the 
corner of the deep sofa, listening, glancing her way, tak- 
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II 6 A SHERBURNE INHERITANCE. 

ing in the fine soft strains like a breath of delicious 
fragrance. No florid compliments afterwards to disturb 
the delicately toned impression. 

1 should like to go often,” she said. I think I like 
only a few people the best.” 

She laid away her little belongings; Millicent was 
neatness itself, and had the precision commonly relegated 
to those born to single blessedness. She took up her 
Thomas a Kempis and read a little in the sweet and sat- 
isfying places, for that was her mood to-night. 

Reese wanted to know the next morning if there had 
been a dinner party. 

Why no,” replied Millicent. Only Mrs. Hender- 
son and I, but Mr. Henderson came in afterwards.” 

don’t like him,” declared Reese. There isn’t 
any fun in him. Cousin Ned is grave enough, but he 
strikes so many queer bits to tell one that you have a 
good laugh. And he enjoys it so.” 

Young society men are not supposed to be entertain- 
ing to schoolboys,” said his mother. ''Then you have 
bardly seen enough of him to form an opinion.” 

‘^But there are some splendid young men at Professor 
Kenneth’s, and they don’t mind talking to you.” 

You will learn, my son, that only a few things and a 
very few people are put in the world for your especial 
behoof,” remarked his father laughingly. 

And then what did you do ? ” glancing at his sister. 

Millicent flushed. played for them.” 

And sent them to sleep? ” 

Reese, don’t tease your sister.” 

Those dull old things are enough to send any one to 
isleep. Milly, why don’t you take up some of the bright, 
catchy music ? ’ ’ 

Reese’s idea just now was the Mikado which he thought 


MYSTERIO US POSSIBILITIES. 1 17 

deserved to stand quite at the head of the musical world. 

^^Your ideas of the useful and the entertaining will 
expand,” said his father dryly. 

Ruth Ensign came in presently, her face full of delight. 
She and others had been planning a home across the 
river on Long Island for sick babies and their mothers, 
or nurses if their mothers could not be spared. A large 
old country house, too old-fashioned and out of repair 
for its owners, had been loaned for the summer. 

Mrs. Phillips has found a matron, and Mrs. Hender- 
son offered fifty dollars a month towards expenses, and we 
are going to begin at once. Mrs. Henderson will spoil 
me, I am afraid. She has an adroit way of asking ques- 
tions and when she finds what your heart is set upon says> 
— ^ Now if I were to do this, or that ; or would twenty or 
fifty dollars help you out ? ’ I was talking of this, and 
happened to say that Mrs. Phillips did not want to begin- 
until we had enough subscribed for the whole summer. 
So many people go away and forget, or perhaps their own 
summering costs more than they planned. Last sum- 
mer we had a very hard squeeze,” laughingly. 
don’t want Mrs. Phillips to get so worried at the 
last.” 

There was an eager lovely light in the girl’s eyes.. 
How much grace this living for others gave. 

Mrs. Henderson is very generous to you,” Mrs.. 
Carew said thoughtfully. 

^^Not to me alone. She’s taken a fancy to that young 
clergyman, Mr. Howe, and had him and his mother to 
dine. She is elegant and one can see has been ac- 
customed to the best of society, yet she often comes out 
so simply sweet that she is fascinating.” 

^^Millicent is growing very fond of her.” Dell won- 
dered if the little uneasiness was a mother’s natural jeal- 


ii8 A SHERBURNE INHERITANCE 

ousy or if Mrs. Henderson was not a wise friend for a 
girl. She could not harm Ruth — was there harm in her 
any way ? There were moods of easy-going philosophy 
that bordered on materialism, there was sometimes a 
sharp, pregnant sentence that seemed to stab one’s best 
and highest beliefs. 

‘^And she is fond of Millicent,” returned the girl. 
‘^But dear Mrs. Carew, we want you to go over to the 
Home and give us some ideas. You have had a hand in 
so many things that you have learned to spend money 
judiciously.” 

Lyndell consented. She would fain have taken Milli- 
cent, but the child had not come to care about the neigh- 
bors on the road to Jerusalem, and only a few of those 
round about her. 

If there had been no young man ! Yet he did not 
seem to pay any especial attention to Millicent. He was 
simply a fashionable trifler, unexceptional in his demeanor 
to his mother, but it seemed more fine breeding than de- 
votion. There was a certain paucity in his nature that 
jarred upon her. Perhaps she had grown to expect too 
much of young people. He was greatly sought after in 
society. He danced well if with a certain laziness that 
made it all the more fascinating. There were no wild 
stories told about him. He was most moved by music, 
she thought, and certainly had read widely in the higher 
literature not generally a favorite with young people, but 
he evinced no particular enthusiasm. It seemed as if at 
some time the intense vitalities of youth had been arrested, 
and that life itself was gone through with in a perfunc- 
tory manner. 

But then Mrs. Henderson took other girls to drive 
wdth her, asked them in to dinner and gave an exquisite 
luncheon to those she knew best. Among so many there 


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were more attractive girls than Millicent, and she set her 
mother heart at rest. 

There were so many events crowding in. Friends 
were going abroad, and steamer days were quite affairs. 
The rush of weddings was over, the dances were given 
up, discussions ran upon summer resorts. And Honor 
was coming home with her sophomore triumph, and two 
schoolmates, who were on their way to western homes. 
Bertram Beaumanoir was to graduate with honors, and 
his mother and the eldest son were coming up. 

Lyndell Carew had consented with unfeigned gratifi- 
cation to the change in the disposal of Sherburne House. 
Tessy’s first-born had been named for Dell’s father who 
had never possessed his birthright in full, but he had al- 
ways been called Sherburne to distinguish him from the 
other Edwards. It was a little awkward at first, but they 
had all settled to the new name, and the heir of Sher- 
burne House. 

For when Edward is married we shall go to Beau- 
manoir,” Tessy said. Leonard’s father and mother are 
both growing old, and the change will be a welcome one 
to them.” 

‘‘Married ! ” Dell cried in surprise. “O Tessy, how 
can you endure thinking of it ? ” 

“ Why not, since it is the usual thing?” and Tessy 
smiled with charming serenity. “I should be sorry for 
him to miss the sweetest part of human life.” 

“ But — if he should not marry to please you ? I begin 
to think of the great risk ” 

“We must try to be pleased with what our children do. 
And he has improved so much in breadth of character, 
in all the manly attributes, in affection for his father, for 
us all. I hope it will be a wise choice when his time to 
love comes. Truly, Dell, I have never regretted the 


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episode with Gertrude. First loves are not always a bad 
experience. She was a wise girl and they have been 
charming friends. She makes Uncle Con a perfect wife. 
After so many years of roving, and we might add being 
admired,’^ a mirthful gleam coming into the sweet eyes, 
every woman would not have known how to manage 
him, or herself. O Dell, how soon it will be our chil- 
dren’s lives ! ” 

'^It seems like a story. Was I the wild, crazy little 
girl who said she hated Sherburne House ? And all the 
cousins — the cousins’ children, the new lives ! Are we 
clannish to keep so much together ? ’ ’ 

‘^Family life is one of the loveliest things on earth 
when it is guided in the ways of integrity and happiness. 
It is when one gets beyond God’s leading that the bitter- 
ness comes in.” 

*^Yet I do not always understand whether it is of His- 
leading or paths we choose for ourselves.” 

‘^When we have to retrace them we can be pretty 
sure that they were of our choosing,” said the soft voice. 

But we have to go forward in hope, and when mistakes 
are made to right them with patience.” 

Suddenly the house was all astir. Here was Honor 
and her two friends. Miss North and Miss Losee, who 
had managed to get away a day earlier than was at first 
expected, as they chose to waive some of the festivities 
after their examinations. Dr. Carew had been let into 
the secret. 

mamma ! It’s just magnificent to see you again. 
It seems as if it had been a whole year since Christmas. 
I couldn’t well come at Easter, and it would have been 
such a skimpy little visit ! You hardly realize how dear 
home is until you are compelled to stay away until a cer- 
tain time. And we did so want to be at Bertram’s 


MYSTERIOUS POSSIBILITIES. 


I2I 


Commencement. Wasn’t it just grand that we could get 
off?” 

All this was uttered in a breath, with Honor’s arms 
so tightly around her mother that her breath was almost 
gone. 

She had grown taller. She was not as slim as Milli- 
cent, but finely rounded, and her face dimpled at almost 
every movement. She had a sort of gipsy brilliance in 
the dash of color that came and went, and the shimmer 
of her hair that shone and danced with every movement. 

‘‘And now what are you going to do with us? Are 
Aunt Tessy and Cousin — I suppose we all say Edward 
now, here? ” 

“ They have gone to Aunt Millicent’s, but are coming 
to dinner. The guests are to have your room and the 
one adjoining, and you will take grandmamma’s.” 

“ O, we all want to be together. We are used to 
crowds. And we are all in the same boat, have been 
this year and- will be next. Annie North has been my 
roommate, and we have lived through the troublous 
times when we didn’t agree, and come to the clear sail- 
ing when we do not rock the boat or insist upon having 
the rudder.” 

Millicent had made some faint objection to giving her 
room and suggested the other plan. 

It made no difference to the girls since they were met 
with such a cordial welcome. 

“I don’t know which you will like the best,” Honor 
had said. “ If you don’t admire mamma the most I 
shall be affronted, and if you don’t think papa splendid 
beyond everything, I shall not speak to you for a whole 
week after we get back to college.” 

“There are two of them and two of us,” Agatha 
Losee said. “I confess to a weakness for men since I 


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have no father or brothers, so I’ll decide upon Dr. Carew. 
Won’t that be a fair division ? ” 

A fair division without any choice. But I just know 
Honor’s mother is lovely. We won’t quarrel until we 
see them.” 

But in the carriage Miss Losee had whispered that she 
had gone down at once to the doctor, and when they 
were in the room, taking out dinner gowns and refresh- 
ing themselves, she declared she began to waver. 

‘‘Like the man with his two mermaids,” suggested 
Annie North. 

“ No, I could not wish either away. What a miserable 
comparison, you horrid girl ! I am more like Words- 
worth’s Pedlar — ‘ In my capricious heart I love them — 
both.’ Where is your big sister? ” 

“Why, mamma, where is Milly?” cried Honor run- 
ning out in the hall. 

“ Gone to drive with a friend. You know we were 
not expecting you, papa kept the secret so well.” 

“O mamma! Not a lover?” Honor’s eyes were 
brimming over with fun and curiosity. 

“No, my dear,” in a gra,ve tone. 

“ And hasn’t she had any lover all winter ? She wrote 
about being bridesmaid the second time. The third will 
be fatal. You’ll have to depend on her for honors. 
College girls don’t marry.” 

“Nonsense,” returned her mother. “I am in no 
hurry. I think I will set an age limit.” 

Presently they went across the hall, three Graces in 
white, happy heartsome girls. 

“This is Millicent’s room,” Honor explained. “It 
looks like her. She abounds in Madonnas as you see, 
and she does the most exquisite embroidery and plays 
the old masses until you can almost believe yourself in 


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some old cathedral on the continent that people rave 
about. I am going to California first, where I have some 
lovely cousins, and then up to Alaska and all around my 
dear, my native land before I go abroad. And then 
she plays nocturnes and symphonies and I think a good 
rousing college song would make her faint away. O 
girls, here is the family beauty. You see it was all saved 
up to the last. This is our baby Florence.” 

‘‘But I’m not a baby;” with a lovely little pout. 
“ O, Honor, have you come home to stay?” and she 
was clinging to her sister’s neck. 

“ To stay awhile, at least. And these are my friends.” 

“ What a cherub ! ” said Miss Losee under her breath. 

“ Reese is in the study. He wants to see you but he 
is afraid to come in. ’ ’ 

“ Then he can’t see me ; ” with great dignity. 

Florence looked nonplused. 

“And grandpapa has just come in.” 

“ Then duty calls, I must obey. Excuse me a moment, 
girls.” 

Grandpapa kissed her, held her off at arm’s length, 
then pressed her to his heart. Was she like the little girl 
lie had taken through a long illness and learned to love 
so dearly ? Prettier perhaps, like and yet unlike. Why 
had Millicent grown so out of his heart, he won- 
dered. 

“ O Reese ! ” she cried in surprise. “ How you have 
grown ! O, to think Randolph cannot be here ! The 
great and beneficent country is awfully mean in its vaca- 
tions. Reese, come and be introduced to the girls.” 

Reese had reached the period where he was a little 
afraid of girls, and drew back. 

“ I have some lessons to get. My school doesn’t close 
until next week.” 


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^^But it will take only a few moments. And you 
needn’t be afraid of college girls.” 

^^Tm not afraid,” he protested, with a sudden quak- 
ing of heart, and a red face. 

Then come.” 

^^No, I’ll wait till dinner-time. O, I say. Honor, 
Bert Beaumanoir is just splendid ! He has one of the 
prizes. I want to get off to-morrow, and that’s why I 
must tackle this horrid Greek. I can’t afford to be 
tripped up.” 

She kissed him and left him. They could go and 
visit mamma, who was glad enough to see them, and al- 
most wished they were all hers. 

Then Aunt Tessy and Cousin Sherburne came. The 
big drawing-room was in a whirl of talk ; for this tall 
handsome fellow was in no wise abashed. He had taken 
his legal standing and was the young partner in his 
father’s firm. Then Cousin Ned Beaumanoir joined 
them. 

Bertram wanted to come dreadfully, but there was 
the dinner, and he has one of the speeches. And — I 
suppose I ought to let him tell this himself, but he has 
had an offer for next year. It is not wonderful, but 
Professor Kenneth thinks he had better take it. The 
duties are not very arduous, and he has worked like a 
beaver this year.” 

O, college man, why do you not say a Trojan?’^ 
laughed Honor. 

Ned flushed a little under Honor’s sparkling eyes. 

Reese stole in quietly and found the girls not at all 
formidable, since there were two young men to divide 
honors. 

‘‘I think Mrs. Henderson must have taken Millicent 
home with her. We ought to send at once.” 


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“Wait until after dinner/’ interposed the doctor. 

They may be at theirs.” 

They sat a long while over the dessert. The girls 
were full of fun and quick replies to Edward’s half ban- 
tering talk. Dr. Carew enjoyed the gay badinage 
mightily, and was loth to tear himself away. 

“ I will stop on my way to the office and send Milly 
home,” he said. 

Charlton Henderson walked with her. He had said 
— “I am so sorry to have you go. Do you realize the 
pleasure you give us two people ? Mother is so fond of 
hearing you read. It is curious that you don’t sing with 
all that melody in your voice.” 

“ My voice hasn’t much range, or the compass a mu- 
sical voice should possess. And one needs courage to 
sing for an audience.” 

“ But you can sing.” 

“ Only a little. Then Honor has such a gay, caroling 
voice that she has done the singing. Randolph had a 
fine voice, and Florence will sing. That is enough for 
one family.” 

“ Still, I like your playing best, I think. One can 
yield himself wholly to it. And the reading. But some 
evening you will sing for me.” 

If he had made it question instead of assertion, she 
would have hesitated. 

“ If you want me to,” she made answer slowly. “ But 
I warn you there are only a few things that I can sing.” 

“O,” with a short, abrupt laugh, “if one wants to 
hear opera let him pay his money like a man and criticise 
as he pleases. It is hardly fair to demand it in a parlor.” 

“I wonder — if you would criticise severely? I am not 
sure I ought to have consented,” with a hesitation in her 
voice that entreated him to spare her. 


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I should not criticise at all when I asked a favor. 
Do you think me that ungenerous ? ” 

You have always been very kind to me,” she re- 
turned with a sweet gravity. I think sometimes ” 

Well ? ” inquiringly, when she made a long pause. 
Perhaps you are too complimentary. No, it isn’t 
that,” and there was a suggestion of perplexity in her 
tone. You are not always complimenting, and I like 
that in you. It seems to me in society, men say the 
same things to nearly every attractive girl. I have heard 
them compare notes, the girls I mean. And it isn’t true 
half the time. Girls are not so much alike.” 

That is the small coin of society. It keeps in circu- 
lation and doesn’t have to be called in on clearing days. 
O, Miss Carew, if we began to tell the truth to each 
other’s faces there would be war at once and he 
laughed with gentle amusement in which there was no 
sting. 

‘‘ I don’t mean disagreeable truths, but there are some- 
times disagreeable falsehoods, little things you know are 
not true, and you wish the person had not said them. 
They hurt you as much as some sharp criticism. They 
take away your confidence.” 

Her candor was something adorable. 

One would need to keep in the white light of truth 
with you. Miss Carew.” 

She made no reply to that. Most people with whom 
she associated were truthful, they could admire without 
fulsomeness. He understood from the first that her 
world had been narrow, by her own desire. 

They reached Dr. Carew’ s. There was a sound of 
merry voices within. 

You will come in? ” 

<'Not to-night, thank you. I like it best when you 


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127 


are alone. You will want to devote all your time to 
your sister and the guests. I do hope we shall not be 
crowded out,” with a meaning emphasis. ‘‘I may see 
your party at the commencement.” 

O, will you go? ” in a joyous tone. 

I certainly shall. Good -night.” 

There was a cadence in his voice that held her on the 
step as she watched him down the street. There was a 
certain distinction in his walk. She wondered in her 
slow-thinking fashion why some girl had not caught him. 
That was a vulgar way of putting it. But she had heard 
girls' comments upon him, flavored with a good deal of 
admiration. Some of them had accepted men with not 
half of his advantages. And because society had taken 
him up in such an eager fashion, it seemed the more no- 
ble that he should devote himself so frankly to his. 
mother. She was proud of him for doing it. 

Henderson felt in his pocket for his cigar case, then 
remembered he had refilled it and left it on his dressing- 
table. It was stupid wandering around without that 
companionship. There was no one he cared especially 
to see, and if he played at the club he was sure to lose. 
So he strolled homeward and let himself in with his latch- 
key. 

His mother was pacing the room slowly making a soft 
swish with her silken skirts. 

O, I did not look for you home so soon,” she said 
in a tone that seemed to welcome him. 

‘^No. Well, I had no friendly cigar with me.” 

He threw himself in a chair with careless grace. 

wish you would not smoke so incessantly, Charl- 
ton.” Her tone was entreating, not complaining. 

I have little else to do.” 

Charlton, your life has been a mistake. I wish I had 


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possessed wisdom enough to set you at some business 
when I found you would not like a profession. A young 
man with plenty of money seems the most useless thing 
on the face of the earth, unless ’ ’ 

‘ ‘ Miss Ensign has roused you with her strenuous 
activities. I might select her and go into some line of 
benevolence. ’ ’ 

Don’t talk that way. They all have some purpose 
to life and it brings a content, a strength and satisfaction 
that, I begin to think, nothing else can give. I have 
never been thrown much with people of this stamp. 
Most of the religious people I have known have been 
narrow and, yes, selfish, self-willed, wanting to cast 
everybody over in their mould, settling to a creed as the 
anchor of this world and the next, and thinking little of 
the life. But,” checking herself and changing her tone 
— your father had his heart set on a certain course. 
He had bent every energy to money making. You were 
to be a gentleman.” 

There was a touch of scorn in the low, deep tone. 

^Msn’t it Dr. Holmes who says, ^ If you want to make 
a gentleman you must begin with his grandfathers ’ ? ” 

Perhaps he is right. I do not know about the Hen- 
derson grandfather. Mine could be multiplied by gen- 
erations and go back to heroes, at least such as they 
were hundreds of years ago.” 

Then she remembered her own grandfather and his 
harsh, sordid ways, his petty meannesses, his ignoble ideas, 
his ingratitude for all her care. Some one else had 
rewarded her for it. Perhaps he would be glad to know 
that she had so much money. 

I am thankful there is ancestry on one side, at least.” 

She never repeated the discomforts of her early life. 
In truth she rarely thought of them. Self-made people 


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129 


were not any the more highly respected by the great 
world, and the title of more than two hundred years agone 
stood higher, she found, than a catalogue of virtues. 

Tve always been proud of your father’s good name, 
Charlton. He made his money honorably. Twice in 
his life he risked defeat rather than deal dishonestly. But 
it seems not to make much difference nowadays. 

^^The Carews and their circle are out of the usual 
line,” she began after a pause, as he ventured no com- 
ment. 

Charlton cleared his voice once or twice. Then he 
said a little huskily — 

Mother, you know we have skirmished about this 
point of marriage more than once. I might as well 
marry. That, too, was father’s wish and will.” 

Yes. You have seen a fair array of feminine 
prettiness and style and variety this winter.” 

They are all so much alike. I wonder why their 
mothers train them on the same pattern? ” 

Because the same thing is required. An attractive 
wife with a good share of versatility, grace and beauty, 
if she have dowry enough to attract a titled foreigner. If 
not, her husband may be lucky enough to make a fortune 
and she can shine abroad. Are we verging on irony ? 
There are some better women than the butterflies of 
fashion. That girl who was here to-night ” 

She would risk that. He had not shown any decided 
preference for her that bordered on love, but he liked 
her and she had tastes that ministered to him. She 
would be true and steadfast. 

‘‘ I like her better than any of the others. I couldn’t 
be harried about by a fashionable woman. I couldn’t 
take up philanthropy as some of these people do. I am 
not interested in my kind. I have no head for business 


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and shouldn’t like it. Besides, there is plenty of money. 
This was half question, half assertion. 

There is plenty of money.” Her voice had a deep, 
curious cadence, as if she half regretted it. 

And I am not an extravagant fellow.” 

Is there any line you would like ? ” 

Why, I am satisfied — except that — it might be the 
part of wisdom to marry; ” and he pointed the sentence 
with a conventional laugh. 

Yes. I thought you would be in love half-a-dozen 
times. Girls are very pretty and attractive nowadays.” 

^^I’m not quite silly,” in a rather affronted tone. 
^^Of them all I like Miss Carew best. She is pretty 
without the vanity of being beautiful. I never saw a 
girl with such a naive kind of innocence, who cared so 
much for appreciation and so little for mere compliment.. 
She is harmonious, like her own music. She is satisfied 
with her limitations. She doesn’t want to go to college, 
she doesn’t care to run around on missionary tours, she 
has no ambition to convert the world. She is a sweet, 
charming, domestic girl, by that I don’t mean the 
kitchen would be her forte, but she could devote herself 
to making some one happy. And so with your consent 
ma mere, I think I shall address myself to business.” 

The tone had a curious effect upon Mrs. Henderson.. 
The words, the prospect filled her with satisfaction, for 
she had come to care more for Millicent Carew than 
any one she had ever known, but that any man with 
youth and hope should be so little stirred on a subject 
that ought to rouse a man’s enthusiasm, filled her with a 
sense of revolt. Was he incapable of love ? 

She had known one passionate adoring love and in 
those few months it seemed as if she had sat upon 
the very ramparts of heaven. How much had it been 


M YSTERIO US POSSIBILITIES. 1 3 1 

worth ! People married from almost every motive, some 
were happy, some made themselves happy, and a great 
many were wretched. Perhaps the common-sense view 
was best. 

Millicent had been so grateful for the pleasures showered 
upon her, the broad and delightful life opening before 
her, the kindliness and admiration offered, that the honest 
respect really wore the guise of love, in those days when 
her ideal of love had not been high. But would any 
girl now take this spiritless semblance when she cared so 
little for money as Millicent Carew did ? 

Well ! ” Charlton said impatiently. 

She drew a long breath. I have seen no one I like 
better. I could give her a mother’s most cordial wel- 
come.” Must she not make an appeal for the girl? 

Then that is settled. Good-night, ma mere. I must 
have the solace of a cigar. ’ ’ 

He went up to his ^ Men ” on the top floor. There 
was a wide couch, a Morris chair, a desk, a cabinet of 
odds and ends, but few of the articles supposed to be the 
delight of the masculine mind. He looked over the 
pipes and selected one, unlocked the desk and took out a 
curious old silver casket from which he filled it, put it 
back and relocked the desk, lighted the pipe and 
stretched himself out amid downy pillows, opened a 
book of poems and resigned himself to fantasies of the- 
brain. 


CHAPTER IX. 


IN THE GLADNESS OF YOUTH. 

IVyTILLICENT entered the room where the confused 
sounds made it seem as if every one was talking 
at the same time. Honor gave her a fond greeting and 
presented her two friends. Edward Sherburne came 
around to her side and flushed a little, thinking of the 
winter he had spent here, that after all could not be quite 
forgotten. It had not been really wasted as he was 
learning by degrees, though first in anger and next in 
shame he would fain have blotted it out entirely. 

I shall have some one on my side now,’’ he declared. 

Milly, these young collegians are making my life a 
burthen with their knowledge and their bad puns. They 
are putting the old poets to shame by horrible misquota- 
tions. Range yourself on my side at once — 

‘ A perfect woman nobly planned 
To warn, to counsel and command.’ ” 

Now you make a bad application. At least I do not 
know how Miss Carew may like commanding, but I 
thought that was one of the things you despised in the 
new training,” declared Miss Losee. 

At this there was a moment of general laughter. She 
glanced up with a gay air, and Sherburne colored in 
spite of an attempt at self-assurance. 

Millicent looked from one to the other in confusion and 
a sort of sweet helplessness. 

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IN THE GLADNESS OF YOUTH. 135 

Milly has not been trained on severe logical lines, 
declared Honor. And though volunteers do distinguish 

themselves in the thick of the fight, there are times when 
knowledge and experience are necessary.” 

Are you quoting, Cousin Honor?” asked Ned. 

^Hndeed I am not.” Honor flushed and for an in- 
stant was irritated. 

^^But after all, remember so wise a man as your poet 
Terrence reflected that it was not superior knowledge but 
the cackling of geese that saved Rome.” 

Which proves that everything has its uses.” 

Do you consider geese a personal noun? We can^ 
not quite make it a pronoun. Or an application ? ” 

Miss North glanced up with a dignified simplicity of 
demeanor. 

‘^You cannot make headway against three newly 
fledged sophomores,” said Ned Beaumanoir. Re- 
member how wise we were in our early youth and how 
we obscured the very atmosphere with the vague cloud- 
iness of words. Let us all agree with old-fashioned 
Dryden — 

“ ‘ Of all the tyrannies of humankind 

The worst is that which persecutes the mind.’ ” 

‘^Now Ned, that would have been most effective if 
you had said it in Latin, ’ ’ and Honor gave a light, teas- 
ing laugh. 

^‘But English was good enough for Dryden and — for 
me ; ” and Ned made a profoundly ironical bow. 

Can’t some one else shine in borrowed plumes by 
quoting? Agatha,” turning to Miss Losee, ‘‘you must 
have something at your tongue’s end.” 

“ Anent wisdom ? ” laughingly. “ It may be like Neb- 
uchadnezzar’s experience — 


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“ ‘ As he ate the unwonted food, 

It may be wholesome but it isn’t very good.’ ” 

^^What? Wisdom! I am amazed at you, Agatha, 
for such a heresy, ’ ’ cried Honor. 

I don’t see why we should be standing on the ground 
of high intellectual aims and purposes when we thought 
v/e had left them behind,” declared Miss North. Peo- 
ple have begun to preach the necessity of brain restful- 
ness, and isn’t this what vacation is granted for, instead 
of keeping up a fire of profound theories and unanswer- 
able questions ? Why we might as well return to college 
walls and Herbert Spencer on evolution ‘ when matter 
passes from an indefinite, incoherent homogeneity to a 
definite heterogeneity, during which the retained motion 
undergoes a parallel transformation.’ That is substan- 
tially correct. I realized that I would need the enlighten- 
ment in my senior year, and so conquered the formidable 
definition beforehand. There ! I know you are all ex- 
tinguished. And now let us do the silliest thing we can 
think of to rest our brains.” 

Isn’t it a great wrench to your mind to bring it back 
so suddenly ? ” asked Ned good-humoredly, with mirth- 
ful lines crossing his face. 

How did it all come about ? ” asked Miss Losee. 

‘'Why — ” Honor glanced from one to the other — 
“it was Sherburne who began it.” 

“Then I ought to end it. Let us discuss the greatest 
folly of the day,” he returned. 

“Straining after wit when one has none and continu- 
ally falling back on other people’s sparkles.” 

“ But isn’t it a compliment to remember other people’s 
witticisms ? They must have had a point to lodge in your 
mind.” 

“ I am going to take Miss Carew off in a corner and 


IN THE GLADNESS OF YOUTH 


135 


.get acquainted with her. She looks as if we had been 
talking very bad Sanscrit.” 

Miss Losee drew Millicent’s hand through her arm and 
led her down to a window-seat. Lyndell had nursed 
a honeysuckle at this particular spot which now 
ran up to the roof, making every story sweet with its 
bloom. 

I am afraid you will think us a wild set ! A little of 
the West hangs about me, doubtless. But after nine 
months of study and confinement one bubbles over when 
the cork is taken out. And you can’t imagine how we 
two have counted on this visit. Honor has such a way 
of interesting a friend in her family. I seem to know you 
all quite by heart.” 

Millicent glanced up with a faint smile. Her heart 
was still at the other house, making pictures of Charlton 
and his mother talking about — what? Would her eyes 
have been opened if she knew ? 

It must be delightful to belong to a large family. 
My mother was an only child — I haven’t a single cousin 
on that side. And papa’s people are scattered about ; he 
never kept up with them.” 

Miss Losee’ s eyes had been wandering to the group 
at the other end of the room. She had decided in her 
mind that Edward Sherburne was fond of his Cousin 
Millicent and would find his way over here, but Ned 
Beaumanior came instead. 

Annie North was bright and sparkling and she was 
making big eyes at the heir of Sherburne. Of course it 
didn’t amount to anything, there were three years of 
college life before them, and Agatha’s father had said 
there was to be no begging off, that if she went at all she 
must remain the whole period. She wasn’t thinking of 
lovers and marriage, but the fun and chaffing, and 


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Annie’s laugh irritated her. It had such a rippling^ 
beguiling sound. And this grave fellow 

Ned Beaumanior began to show that he was not gravity 
all the way through. His soft dark eyes had gleams of 
fun in them, and Agatha Losee was soon roused into 
interest. 

You are not so faithless about the destinies of 
educated women as your cousin, ” she said. 

he talks for the sake of being contradicted. 
He loves argument, you know. He is a lawyer. And 
then,” smilingly, ‘‘ the sweet, domestic being who mended 
table-cloths with — what kind of darns were they, 
Milly? — ” glancing at his cousin. 

‘^Over and under,” replied the girl seriously. 

‘‘And — stockings and oh almost everything! I 
wonder they didn’t grow profane — they were slangy, 
because to every tear or wear in clothes they said — O, 
darn it ! ” 

Miss Losee gave an undeniable giggle. 

“You see everything has been cheapened so much, the 
processes of manufacturing are so rapid. And the old 
things after they have passed through two or three hands 
can be ground over and used again. We are more 
economical than our grandfathers after all.” 

“ I am afraid that way of putting it is rather sophistical, 
and would increase wastefulness.” 

“ Would you like to go back to that old time of 
spinning-wheels and tallow candles, and — let me think 
— sewing rags for carpets and scouring pewter plates and 
brass andirons and — 

“ ‘ Teacup times of hood and hoop ’ ? ” 

“No, I like a girl’s college better,” and she tossed up 
her head with a pretty coquettish air. “Those things 


IN THE GLADNESS OF YOUTH. 


137 


make charming pictures in novels when they are not too 
prosy, and in the sort of museums called somebody’s 
Headquarters, generally Washington’s. Think too, of 
scrubbing floors. There’s an old, very old woman who 
sells candies and things in the town and who told us 
once about gathering rushes, and tying them tightly 
about the middle where you held them in your hand, 
trimming the ends, and scouring the floors until they 
looked like snow.” 

Did she bewail the degeneration of the days? ” 
^^Nota bit,” laughed Miss Losee. This was what 
she said — ‘ An ’ to think them people hadn’t wit 
enough to paint the floor when they could a jest wiped it 
up with a mop.’ ” 

Now that woman had lived to some purpose,” said 
Cousin Ned, decisively. 

And one of the mysterious dispensations of Providence 
is the number of poor put in the world who want work to 
do, just at the time when you are cultivated up to some 
higher employment. There is a great deal of wisdom 
shown in the development of this round earth.” 

Are you going to be a college professor. Miss Losee ? ” 
He asked it with a charming gravity and a mirthful 
light in his eyes. Was it a covert sarcasm? 

Indeed I am not,” was the emphatic answer. Per- 
haps having been through that period you know there is 
no such absolute certainty and overwhelming wisdom as 
comes in one’s first year at college. Three years from 
this you will find me weak and ignorant, and positively 
distressed at being asked for an opinion, even if I am on 
the honor list.” 

You seem to understand it pretty well,” Ned laughed 
genially. 

You see it is a good discipline to use the superabund- 


138 A SHERBURNE INHERITANCE. 

ant self-esteem. We come out sensible all around women. 
We have definite ideas as to the becomingness of a hat 
and the sweep of a train of chiffon ruffles, and are able to 
criticise our dearest friends with high moral precision.” 

My Cousin Sherburne ought to hear this,” he 
returned much amused. ‘‘They have something very 
ridiculous over there. What are you laughing at?” 
raising his voice and turning a little. 

They all came down to that end of the room and the 
merriment was general, though Millicent was silent and 
took no share in it. More than ever she felt she was not 
akin to this — was it meaningless chatter ? She seemed in a 
vague dream, back at Mrs. Henderson’s playing on the 
piano to two listeners. That was surely enough. 

Mrs. Carew came in presently and charmed the group 
with her interest and affability. To-morrow was to be a 
gala day. When the exercises were over there was to be a 
family dinner at the Waldorf, and an evening at Mrs. 
Drayton’s. 

“ Have you any idea how late it is ? ” she asked with 
a delightful air of authority. “ Here are three girls who 
were on the rack of examinations yesterday and have 
traveled to-day, and who must be charming to-morrow.” 

“Which means that we are cordially invited to take 
our departure, Sherburne. We can’t waste their time 
‘saying good night ’til it were morrow ’ ” 

“ Hear ! hear ! ” cried Honor, “ Cousin Ned dropping 
into sentimental poetry.” 

“ So our adieu must be sharp, short, and decisive,” he 
continued. “ Stick a pin in this point of delight lest it 
escape us, and have it ready to begin on to-morrow. ’ ’ 

“As if the day would not be sufficient for itself! ” ex- 
claimed Honor saucily. 

“Good-night, good-night.” 


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139 


Honor clasped her arms about her mother’s neck with 
a tenderness that went to the elder’s heart. ^^The child 
all for herself,” she had said when Honor was born. 
She had not really wanted her to go away, but this was 
worth the months of separation. 

Mamma dear, it doesn’t seem as if life would be 
long enough to love you,” in a soft, caressing whisper. 

There will be all heaven, dear.” 

They trooped off up-stairs where good-nights were sa/J 
again. The mother kissed her elder daughter and longed 
for some of Honor’s effusiveness. What could rouse 
the quiet soul into ardent responsiveness? 

Now girls, don’t stay awake to talk. There will be 
days and days,” counseled the mother. 

Millicent could not have talked had there been a dozen 
in the room. She was glad to be alone. The evening 
with its bright chatter had bored her. She began to 
take off her adornments with curious deliberation. The 
beautiful lace berthe had been an Easter gift from Mrs. 
Henderson who had said, When you wear it I shall 
know it is out of regard for me. You have not the 
vanity of most girls.” She wore it often when she was 
going there. 

Why was she always so at rest there ? She did almost 
as she liked at home. She went out with her mother and 
made calls, she went with her to the Children’s Homes 
but she never knew what to say to little children, and 
.suffering of any kind made her shiver with icy coldness. 

You were hardly born for a doctor’s daughter,” her 
father had once said. 

But it was delightful when Mrs. Henderson had the 
carriage ordered up and declared they must go out for a 
little airing since Charlton was not in to entertain them. 
Sometimes they picked him up in the park, other times 


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they took Ruth, occasionally they were quite alone in the 
coupe. They were pleasant times interspersed with bits 
of foreign experiences. The elder woman had bitter 
moments, selfish moments, despairing moments, but she 
kept them from this innocent girl who was like a rosebud 
with its leaves folded. 

Millicent dawdled a long while, she was fond of loiter- 
ing. And after she was in bed her soul in some strange 
way seemed to be wandering about the other house and 
listening for both voices. What charm drew her thither ? 

She was always first, there, as she had been with 
grandmamma. It was a delight to her. 

The day dawned peerlessly. The girls were all alive 
with interest. Miss North had seen something of the 
city once before, to Miss Losee it was all new. The two 
young men came to escort them, and they preferred ta 
walk. What a grand pile the college was, and more and 
more to be added as time went on ; with the beautiful 
grounds, the river dotted with every kind of craft hurry- 
ing to and fro, the wide streets, the cathedral sometime 
to be a glory. 

Honor said it was a family circle. Mrs. Kenneth of 
course dared not venture, but Margaret and her husband 
and Miss Ensign, Princess and her Professor who cer- 
tainly grew younger and fresher and stouter every year, 
Tessy and the two girls who were growing up into Sher- 
burne prettiness and tallness, and all of the Draytons. 
Judge Beaumanoir had been unavoidably detained, 
though Bertram said he was glad he did not know it until 
the exercises were over. 

They all considered Bertram’s essay the finest of course, 
though they admitted frankly that he was not the hand- 
somest of his class. And when the affair had ended 
there was a great time of congratulations and introductions. 


’ IN THE GLADNESS OF YOUTH 141 

Across the aisle Millicent caught sight of a face and 
a grave bow was bestowed upon her. Then right behind 
him was Mrs. Henderson’s elegant figure and handsome, 
impressive face. She made an effort to go over, but the 
joyous crowd swept her along with it. 

^H’ll come to luncheon with you — yes, although I’m 
in for another banquet to-night,” Bertram was saying 
and shaking hands, sometimes one, sometimes both 
hands. 

hope your promising career won’t be cut short by a 
fatal attack of indigestion,” said Ned. There are 

several useful rules to observe ’ ’ 

hang rules ! ” interrupted the boy in a gay tone, 
feel a premonition of old age in every bone of me, 
and if you think I can’t stand one or two extra meals you 
must have a poor opinion of my capacity. And see 
here. Honor — ” reaching over and grasping her arm. 

It wasn’t her arm at all, Annie North turned in sur- 
prise, so did Honor at that moment. 

I beg your pardon,” and his face was scarlet. 

Honor,” in a low tone, ^^did you bring a friend with 
you, by name Miss North ? ’ ’ 

O yes, this is she,” and the introduction followed. 

^‘Why Miss North I’ve known your Cousin Jeffrey 
Ransome this last year. He is capital. He hasn’t a 
relative here in the city, and it is hard on a fellow when 
every one else has a crowd around. Honor, do you think 
I might bring him to luncheon? Who is head of the 
forces ? ’ ’ 

‘^Aunt Milly and the Professor and Princess. O yes, 
there’s always room to crowd in one more. Here’s 
Aunt Millicent.” 

Millicent Drayton was proud enough of her promising 
nephew \ and assented cheerfully. 


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Bertram went to hunt up Ransome while the others 
made their way slowly out through the crowd. Every- 
body was so glad and joyous with eyes full of light, and 
lips that smiled with every word. Millicent did not feel 
glad even in this tumult of satisfaction. If she could 
have spoken to Mrs. Henderson ! 

Jeffrey Ransome was a nice cheerful looking young 
fellow with a bright eager voice. Of course he knew the 
Professor, and had met some of the family at his home 
where Princess kindly took in young students. So he 
was not quite a stranger. Miss North had written him 
two or three letters the earlier part of the year, then the 
correspondence had languished. He had still another 
year in the School of Mines. 

But it is so odd to meet you here,” he said to Annie. 
^M’ve envied Bert many a time. He has such a host of 
splendid relatives. And that girl is awfully jolly looking, 
as if she was brimming over with fun.” 

^^She is all that. We have had a splendid time, at 
least the last half of the term. I was homesick at first, 
and though I thought myself pretty well up, I found I 
really wasn’t anywhere. I couldn’t hold a candle, no 
not even a parlor match to Honor Carew. But she was 
splendidly generous and helped me over the rough 
places \ and now we are all in our second year. Going 
to college isn’t exactly a joke.” 

Well — for you girls who really do not have to do 
anything with your education ” — studying the piquant 
face and mirthful eyes, ‘‘it isn’t much beside a joke. I 
dare say you go for the fun of it.” 

“ Papa was anxious to have me go.” 

“You see it is generally a man’s life business. Marry- 
ing doesn’t make any difference to him. And young Beau- 
manoir has a fine offer to go to South America already.’* 


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But if a girl had the offer she couldn’t go.” 

Unless it was an offer of marriage.” 

They both laughed at that. 

Who is the tall fair girl by Mrs. Kenneth? ” 

^^Miss Millicent Carew. She isn’t a college girl, and 
she’s not a bit like Honor. And that,” nodding her 
head, ‘^is our other chum, Miss Losee. We’re both 
pulling straws for Mr. Edward Sherburne. He is the 
graduate’s elder brother.” 

don’t see how that can be ! What a handsome 
fellow ! ” looking rather puzzled. 

Sherburne was holding on to a strap and doing his 
best to talk to Miss Losee. 

They’re very much mixed up in the way of cousin- 
hood. But Mr. Edward Beaumanoir Sherburne took the 
name of a beautful estate that Honor Carew’ s mother 
willed away to that family. He lives in Washington. I 
captured him last evening, and now you see Agatha 
Losee has her innings.” 

Do you quarrel about him ? ” 

O, we leave that for the Washington girls. I dare 
say they do. But we know our limitations, and try to 
do our best with them while we have time.” 

There was a twinkle of mirth in her eyes. 

^^Then there is another cousin I am anxious to see, a 
young West Point cadet who is through with the ^ plebe ’ 
stage. What an ugly word.” 

Randolph Carew. Yes — Bert admires him very 

much.” 

They had overflowed the car. The few passengers 
left looked a little amazed at the sudden depletion. 

“I do wonder if we are all here and have not lost 
anybody,” exclaimed Lyndell Carew, looking over her 
flock. 


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It was quite a work of art to get them placed at the 
table. Ransome was delighted to find himself next to 
Honor Carew, who declared it was very funny that she 
and Miss North had not stumbled upon the fact before. 

You see I haven’t occupied a very large share of her 
attention. Two years ago I visited my aunt, and since 
then we have kept up a very infrequent correspondence. 
Aunt begged me to write to her lest she should get home- 
sick, but you see it is hard to know what to say to a 
girl.” 

Girls find enough to say to each other.” 

Well — so do boys — to each other; ” laughingly. 

And to their fathers when they want money.” 

‘‘I don’t know about that. I haven’t any father. 
And my mother is traveling all over Europe with a rich, 
nervous cousin, in search of health. Then I have one 
sister married. I don’t like my brother-in-law, and he 
thinks I am a fool to spend my little patrimony on edu- 
cation. Now, Miss Carew, what fortune do you inherit 
from your mother that you can’t spend ? ” 

Why — I don’t suppose it is matrimony ? ” 

^‘Exactly. How good you are at guessing.” 

O, we spring all sorts of things upon each other, and 
make puns and all manner of ridiculous jests that we call 
wit.” 

‘‘And write Latin verses?” 

“Yes, and write Latin verses. Some of the girls 
write very fair English verses.” 

“ I have heard that some one once wrote an essay on 
the advisability of improving natural knowledge. ’ ’ 

“Isn’t there some natural knowledge that can be im- 
proved ? ’ ’ Honor said with charming demureness. 

They were not having all the fun at that end of the 
table. Some one had started Shakespearean quotations 


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145 


and there was great fun exercising their memory. Then 
the young graduate was called upon for a speech, and 
after a little stage fright, collected his senses and did very 
well. 

Edward Sherburne was between the two young lady 
guests who were each doing their best to prove attractive. 
He had his father’s fondness for being ministered unto. 
But he did wonder a little what Honor found to be so 
merry over. She was not teasing either. 

They wound up by toasts without the wine. Pro- 
fessor Kenneth answered the first one, and Sherburne 
made a delightful response to the second. Mr. Drayton 
was called on, and he showed that the years had not 
quenched his sense of humor. Dr. Carew, to his regret, 
had been unable to join them at luncheon, though he had 
been at the exercises. 

Bertram carried off his brother in triumph. The rest 
dispersed after a little chat. Ned Beaumanoir had an 
engagement, so the Carew party had only one masculine 
member remaining, youthful Reese. 

The girls were glad to get home and don cool white 
gowns while they planned a little. The next day nearly 
all the party were to take in Central Park and the 
museum. Then a brief visit from Aunt Tessy, who was 
to take both of her boys home with her. 

And not go to West Point ? ” cried Honor. 

Not this time, I think. There would be such a host 
of us. And papa is so anxious to see Bertram who has 
decided to go with Tessy and her husband to Nova 
Scotia. And if he should go to South America.” 

The little mother’s eyes had a sigh in them that was 
not allowed to escape her lips. 

They do stray off,” remarked Lyndell, gravely. 
suppose it is right to make new centres. Yet we do hate 


146 A SHERBURNE INHERITANCE, 

to give up our own. A mother’s love is quite as often 
jealous as heroic.” 

^^But there are so many years nothing can take away,” 
returned Tessy, with luminous eyes full of gratitude. 
“All the sweet babyhood, the eager, interesting child- 
hood, and the enthusiastic plans for later life. I ought to 
be content with one son who will nearly always be at 
hand. Yet I would have said Bertram would be the 
home-boy instead of Sherburne. And Lawrence is really 
infatuated with his Uncle Underwood. I don’t doubt 
but we will have a doctor in the family after all.” 

Before they had really settled matters Mr. Drayton 
came in, with a note from Millicent. They were all to 
take dinner at her house, coming directly from the park. 
Mr. Howe had been in and promised to join them and 
spend an hour or so in the evening. “ Invite Ruth 
Ensign to join us and remain to dinner if she can be 
spared.” 

Lyndell smiled to herself. Millicent Drayton often saw 
possibilities, as people do who can take a view from every 
side, as only those can who are looking on. She never 
suggested anything, she was too delicately moulded in 
soul and brain to do that, but she did sometimes throw 
people in each other’s way and let fate — or Providence do 
the rest. It would be an admirable match, Lyndell 
thought. Ruth would be able to follow out some of her 
plans, and have money enough presently to do it. 

“ It will be a red letter day, a sunshiny, long to be 
remembered, adorable day,” cried Annie North pirouet- 
ting round. 

“You don’t suppose we will have to be staid and grave 
and subdued and repressed or depressed on account of 
this young clergyman, do you? And will we have to 
quote Watts and Cowper and Wesley, and oh girls, what 


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147 


if he should suggest Paradise Lost? We shall have to 
confess that will be in our next year’s reading.” 

And not say we are more familiar with the Rubaiyat.’^ 

What is he like, Milly ? You must know him quite 
well,” exclaimed Honor. 

Millicent Carew flushed through the delicate skin. 

I think — I don’t know him very well,” in some con- 
fusion. He is very pleasant.” 

Milly never has decided opinions about people,” de- 
clared Honor. 

Well, we will have to put up with him and make the 
best of him,” cried Agatha gayly. And I warn you I 
shall march around and view not the towers and bul- 
warks, but the weak spots and make big eyes at him. 
And when I open mine to their widest extent they can 
take in a great deal of space; ” laughing with youthful 
vivacity. Miss Carew, shall I poach on your 

manor ? That would indeed be ' a dismal thing to do ^ 
as the oysters said to the carpenter.” 

Millicent’ s face went scarlet then. 

He is nothing to me,” she replied quickly. 

It seems to me. Miss Agatha Losee, that you lay claim 
to most of the opposite sex. Decide upon one and leave 
the others for us.” 

^^One, my dear girls, is most dangerous. In the 
multitude of counselors — read admirers, there is safety. 
With one there is a fatal tendency to get into corners and 
spoon.” 

Milly,” Honor said running into her room with a 
pretense of adjusting her hat, are you interested in this 
young clergyman ? ” 

^^No, what foolishness,” with a rather petulant air. 

And haven’t you had any lover all winter ? ” 

I don’t care for lovers,” in a protesting tone. 


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<< What a queer girl you are ! ” 

Mrs. Kenneth insisted that Ruth should join the party. 
She took so few real pleasure excursions. 

Honor said they were gathered from the four quarters 
of the globe. They came in detachments and formed 
quite a procession. Mrs. Drayton took the mothers in 
with her, and the young people arranged themselves if 
not quite in accordance with natural selection, still agree- 
ably on the whole, as each of the carriages had two 
young men. 

The park was at its most beautiful estate. There were 
noted points where they paused and took a short ramble. 
McGowan’s Pass led them to refresh their memories of 
the historical episodes. They climbed the Redoubt and 
gained a magnificent view, while down below them lay 
the Harlem Meer, trees wide spreading in their most 
splendid greenery, shrubs that in their wildness indicated 
the aspect of a hundred years agone. Then there were 
the conservatories with all manner of foreign plants, the 
more tropical ones still enjoying their summer under 
glass. 

It had been so long since Dell had given a day to 
pleasure of this sort that her enthusiastic enjoyment took 
her back to girlhood’s time, made the more real by the 
group of gay young people. O did one ever grow old ? 
Were these really sons and daughters or was she in some 
realm of imagination ? 

If you mean to have any lunch and any time for 
pictures, you had better wend your way thither at once,” 
declared Mr. Drayton. 

Why one could have an outing here for a whole 
week, ’ ’ said Annie North. I really like it better than the 
pathless woods, where you get scratched by romantic 
briars ” 


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149 


take exception to that,” said Edward Sherburne,. 
Romantic briars ” 

All things in the wild state are romantic. Briars send 
out long arms and enwrap you, and you can fancy your- 
self in the arms of a monster ’ ’ 

^^Briareus — yes. And lions and tigers and wolves in 
their wild state. Miss North, you are not logical.” 


“ ‘ The first being so and so, the second, 

The third and fourth deduced we see ; 

And if there were no first or second, 

No third or fourth would ever be.’ 

How will that do ? ” with a saucy upward look. 

O, if you can make verses on the spur of the mo- 
ment ’ ’ 

Ned Beaumanoir laughed and Annie catching his eye 
laughed also with mischievous significance. Sherburne 
turned red with a confused impression. 

Allow me to refer you to the reasoning of Faust. Fm 
not so sure he is logical after all, but those are his 
rhymes.” 

I shall have to look Faust over and see if you quote 
correctly. Masters in the art of persuasion are not al- 
ways masters in the art of logic.” 

Young people, do you mean to come ? The carriages 
are waiting,” declared Mr. Drayton a little impatiently. 
^^No doubt the luncheon is waiting also. I am glad I 
put it an hour later.” 

‘‘Is a carriage capable of waiting?” asked Honor 
droll y. 

“ An abstruse question. Bertram, it is your turn.” 

“lam unromantically hungry.” 

“ What, after those banquets of yesterday ? I thought 


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150 

the brain was more actively alive when the body was not 
overcharged with food.” 

Put these disputatious people in one carriage or else 
leave them behind. No logic, no metaphysics,” com- 
manded Ned Beaumanoir. 

The most notable quality of the conversation was its 
vivacity and laughter, which did not flag around the 
lunch tables. Mr. Howe had come and he chose a seat 
beside Ruth Ensign with no other motive than that he 
was better acquainted with her. 

The galleries were another great source of enjoyment. 
Miss North elaborated her plan of a holiday. To have 
some simple lodgings near by and come every day until 
one had seen it all. Why you would accumulate more 
real knowledge than some people do who go to Europe.” 

There are people who never accumulate anything — 
knowledge, money or friends,” said Miss Losee senten- 
tiously. 

They enjoyed the sitting round and discussing the 
pictures. It seemed quite impossible that time could pass 
so quickly. 

^^We shall have to come another day to inspect the 
rest of the treasures, and I must see a mummy,” declared 
Miss Losee. always think of — 

“ * The fragrance that steals from the winding sheet, 

Where a mummy is half unrolled.’ ” 

^‘Another romantic idea.” 

^‘Exploded,” commented Ned with profound gravity. 


CHAPTER X. 


JUNE AND SUNSHINE. 

^T^HEY were a rather tired but very jolly crowd around 
the dinner-table, and the dessert was one of the 
drawn out pleasures. Afterwards some one suggested 
music. 

O let us enjoy the utter quiet and think over the de- 
lights,” said Miss North. 

‘*The quiet being half-a-dozen voices talking at the 
same time,” laughed Sherburne. What are the plans 
for to-morrow? What about West Point ? ” 

‘‘Randolph would prefer our coming next week,” 
said Lyndell. “I believe the examinations are not all 
through. And there is to be a hop. In that case we 
must remain all night.” 

“A hop ! O, delicious ! ” cried Agatha. 

“ I must shop some to-morrow. And really, we ought 
to start Friday evening,” declared Mrs. Beaumanoir. 

“ O dear ! ” cried the two girls. 

“ When Randolph graduates three years hence, then 
you will be young ladies and can go to the ball,” said 
Aunt Lyndell consolingly. 

“ That will be plenty of time,” said their mother. “ I 
want to keep some right in my little girls awhile longer. 
Bertram, will you go with us ? ” 

“ O Bert ! ” Honor turned appealing eyes upon him. 
She had been enjoying him to the full. 

“ I ought to go — yes. But I must return next week, 

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for Princess and her husband start at the last of the 
week. ’ ’ 

And you will be in time for West Point? ” 

‘^That won’t matter,” declared Sherburne. ^‘There’ll 
be lots of young fellows only too glad to escort you 
around. It’s their harvest. The remainder of the year 
is a dull time for them.” 

‘^Let him decide for himself, Sherburne,” exclaimed 
Honor in an imperious tone. 

‘^He isn’t quite of age.” 

You are not the head of the family.” 

^^I’d like to go — yes, I think 1 will,” returned Ber- 
tram after some consideration. ^^For if I go to South 
America — and brother Eric thinks it a fine oppor- 
tunity.” 

'^That will only be a year,” subjoined Honor. 

^^We are to start about the middle of September. 
That will take me over next summer. And I may remain 
longer.” 

^‘Wherever you are I shall expect you to come and 
see me graduate ; the first, and perhaps the only college 
girl in the family.” 

If he doesn’t. I’ll come for both of us,” promised 
Sherburne. What a pity I can’t be on the examining 
board,” with a mischievous flash in his fine eyes. 

Yes — rather. Read up in Faust before that time. 
Women are studying law, and you might be appointed on 
some board on account of your good looks. Handsome 
men are particularly susceptible to flattery, and you 
needn’t imagine you can hide your weak points.” 

He gave an irritating laugh. If you mean that for 
sarcasm it goes rather wide of the mark.” 

I mean it for truth, so it just hits.” 

<<Sher,” using the old name, can’t you let Honor 


JUNE AND SUNSHINE. 153 

alone ? Go and have a fight with that Miss Losee, I want 
to talk to Honor. ’ ’ 

For suddenly he had developed a great liking for 
Cousin Honor. She somehow suggested Gertie Maurice 
in her brightness and quick turns. And Bertram claimed 
that his uncle’s wife had been his first love. 

What he wanted to talk about was letters. 

^^For you know I shall be awfully homesick, and wish 
to hear from everybody. Auntie Dell will write now and 
then, but she keeps so desperately busy. And you’ll tell 
me all the ins and outs, and how you are doing and oh, 
I should like to hear about Miss Losee, and Randolph. 
He isn’t worth much at letter writing outside of his own 
family circle.” 

He has been having a rather hard time, no not hard 
exactly, but steady. He is very ambitious and wanted 
to stand high, not merely squeeze through.” 

shouldn’t want to spend some of the best years of 
my life out on the frontier with the Indians,” said Ber- 
tram reflectively. ^^And after all that knowledge, too. 
They have to learn almost everything. ’ ’ 

O, occasionally they get other positions. And what 
are you going to do, pray tell ? ’ ’ with a sudden amused 
laugh. ‘^You will be among half savages. Did you 
ever think, Bert, how much of the world is waiting to 
be reclaimed, and civilized?” 

Yes, there is a good deal of work to do ; work of all 
kinds. Honor, I almost wish you were a boy. You 
would make a splendid boy ! ” 

don’t wish that,” merrily and with a lovely light 
of content in her eyes. ‘‘Did you ever know any one 
who was quite satisfied? I wouldn’t change my father 
and mother for any one, nor my home. I don’t care 
about being boundlessly rich, and — well, I think I like 


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myself about as well as anybody. There’s self-com- 
placency for you.” 

You and Milly are so different.” 

‘‘Yes. I sometimes think I ought to have been 
Randolph’s twin. But I don’t want to be any more 
grown up. And I suppose I am being fitted for what I 
have to do in this world. ’ ’ 

“ What are you two people talking about ? ” inquired 
Annie North. “You have a sort of happy expression 
as if you had found points of agreement. What was 
Cousin Ransome doing to-day ? He would have enjoyed 
being with us.” 

“Yes, he would. But he did have an engagement, a 
real engagement;” with a frank smile. “ He enjoyed 
himself so much at the luncheon and he thinks we are 
the jolliest crew. I hope somebody will take him up, for 
he isn’t much in the habit of making friends.” 

Lyndell Carew said they must go. Ruth had not 
stayed to supper, and Millicent had talked to the young 
clergyman most of the evening. She had been quite re- 
served at first, listening to the work so near to his heart 
and of so much interest to Ruth Ensign. Then he had 
spoken of Mrs. Henderson. 

“She has so many capabilities,” he said. “One 
feels sorry to have them lying idle. She is not a happy 
woman, she has so few vital interests. Yet I think if 
something could once rouse her and help her to get rid of 
her dissatisfied self, she would be a splendid person. 
Does your mother know her well ? ” 

“ I do not think she does,” the girl replied hesitatingly, 
yet with a feeling of something like disloyalty to her 
mother. 

“She cares a great deal for you, indeed I think she 
almost envies your mother her daughter,” with a gentle. 


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appreciative sniile. She has very strong feelings when 
they are roused, but — fashionable life will have a great 
deal to answer for. No, that isn’t rightly stated. The 
soul that lives truly, honestly, earnestly, is not ruled by 
fashion, but makes the world subservient to it. Not that 
I have any desire to make life bare and bleak. I think 
God has given us all things to enjoy, and that it is our 
duty to enjoy and to call in our neighbors as Mrs. Dray- 
ton does. She makes religion beautiful. And Mrs. 
Kenneth. I should like to see Mrs. Henderson filling 
such a place. It would be wider and greater. She has 
so much to do with.” 

Millicent was glad to listen to this praise. Her 
mother thought Mrs. Henderson worldly and indifferent, 
rather hard inside, though the outside was so gracious. 

can see just where she and Miss Ensign miss. 
Mrs. Kenneth has nearly all of the young girl’s heart, and 
.any other person must stand second. She would like to 
be first with some one in the way of friendship. That 
doesn’t imply any thrusting aside of parents. She adores 
youth. I think a great many middle-aged women who 
have no daughters covet one. And I am sure you could 
have a good deal of influence over her. ’ ’ 

I — shouldn’t know how to use it,” Millicent said in a 
faint kind of voice, though there was a secret exultation 
in her heart. 

O if you really came to care for her you would find 
a hundred ways,” returned the enthusiastic young man. 

^‘1 do care for her very much,” Millicent’s breath 
came with a quick gasp. She was not used to confessing 
her finer feelings. 

can’t help fancying that her son is something of a 
disappointment to her, as young men must be who have 
no aim in life. And she has a real longing for aims, fon 


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some work that will be appreciated. We are very apt to 
do it first from that motive, later we come to the grander 
one — ‘ The love of Christ constraineth us. ’ But we all 
creep before we can walk, and we do not expect a child 
to run a race. It is hard to begin at middle life, but 
many have done it. Some of the disciples were much 
older than Christ. O Miss Carew, pardon me ; I ought 
not preach when all the young people are so full of enjoy- 
ment. I am keeping you from them.” 

‘‘Oh no.” Yet there was a little hurt feeling. Had 
any one tried to draw her into the other circle ? 

It did not occur to Millicent then that the others had 
not waited to be drawn, that they had come gladly of 
their own accord, that they were giving freely of their 
light-heartedness and merry humor. 

“I think I am on the serious side of life,” she said 
after a little pause. She knew so little of real life that 
she could not see her mistake. She was not yet up to 
the level of her opportunity. 

“There are many sides to true enjoyment, however,” 
he remarked gravely. He never felt as sure of Miss 
Carew as he did of Miss Ensign who seemed at once to 
go to the heart of the subject, and show enthusiasm in 
everything she undertook. 

Mrs. Carew rose. “We shall be worse than the old 
woman,” she began merrily. “We may not get home 
that very same night, if we do not start. Come, young 
people, who mean to follow my lead.” 

Agatha Losee had decided to go shopping with Mrs. 
Beaumanoir. She wanted to see the New York stores in 
their glory. 

“That would be a month before Christmas,” said 
Mrs. Drayton. 

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the city ? ” asked Sherburne. There are bookstores, the 
beautiful bronzes and clocks and statuary at Tiffany’s, 
china and bric-a-brac that you girls dote on. That will 
be more entertaining than shopping.” 

O, you don’t know. Shopping is a woman’s delight. 
And in the between seasons you get the bargains so dear 
to a woman’s heart. But why can’t we do both? ” 

Miss Losee made a shrewd guess that the latter might 
include the young men. 

And there’s the Museum of Natural History,” sug- 
gested Bertram. 

^ ‘ O yes, we must have our hack at the tree of knowl- 
edge,” laughed Annie North. But to see everything 
would take all vacation, and leave nothing for the next 
time. I like anticipation.” 

Anticipate how sleepy you will all be to-morrow 
morning,” said the mentor of four girls. 

And when they reached home they found Dr. Carew 
awaiting them, some letters and a very urgent invitation 
that Mr. Con Murray had penned on the centre table, 
sorry to find them out. They were all to dine with him 
and Mrs. Murray to-morrow night. 

Millicent rather objected to joining the party the next 
morning, but Honor overruled. The day was full, and 
when she came home she found Mrs. Henderson’s card, 
and experienced a pang of disappointment. 

The evening was a very gay one. Mrs. Murray had 
grown quite matronly and was the mother of a fine boy 
who had filled Mr. Murray’s heart with joy. Sherburne 
had slipped into a delightfully friendly niche with both, 
though at times his boyish folly brought a flush to his 
handsome face. But Gertrude was taking great pride in 
his career, and he felt he had won her truest esteem. 

After that the party began to diminish. Bertram went 


158 A SHERBURNE INHERITANCE. 

home with his mother and the two girls, but Sherburne 
decided to remain for the West Point excursion, entreated 
by two very attractive college girls, and liking the pleas- 
ure and amusement of disputing nearly every point with 
them. 

The day dawned auspiciously. Randolph had begged 
them to come prepared to remain all night as there would 
be the hop. They took an early train, resolved to have 
as long a day as possible. 

Millicent remembered the half invitation to Charlton 
Henderson. He had called when they were out. In- 
deed, there had been so much confusion all the time, so 
many things to do ; it did really seem that her mother 
had kept her suspiciously busy. And when she said — to 
her — 

Mamma, there are so many of us to go to West 
Point, suppose I stay at home ? I can go some other 
time.” 

Her mother looked up in surprise. 

* ‘ Why, Milly, you know Randolph made a point of you 
four girls coming. He is to be excused from duty just to 
escort us around. Then there will be Ned and Sher- 
burne. I think I can matronize you all; ” and Lyndell 
glanced smilingly at the grave girl. ‘‘You have no real 
objection ? ” 

She wished for the moment she had courage enough to 
say — “I spoke to the Hendersons about going,” but 
she remembered she had only mentioned it to Charlton. 
And that would make the party larger, a thing she had 
just objected to. 

“Why — ^no,” rather hesitatingly. “Only it doesn’t 
seem — they do very well without me. I am the odd 
one ; ” and a faint color wavered over her face. 

“Milly,” said her mother seriously, “I half wish I 


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159 


had sent you to boarding-school. You need a certain 
experience and self-reliance, and the — I think it is in- 
terest in others and the things they enjoy ; breadth per- 
haps. You give up anything easily, you don’t seem to 
mind effacing yourself, but that is not always the best 
thing one can do, even if it looks heroic.” 

‘‘But mamma, I do not care for so many of the 
things girls enjoy. I wish I did love fun better ; ” and 
an expression flitted over her face very like earnestness^ 
at that moment she would have said it was. 

“ I wish you and Honor could be shaken up together 
and some of the qualities mix. She ought to have a little 
of your steadiness, and a touch of her volatile temper- 
ament would improve you. She flies from flower to 
flower extracting sweets and diffuses them with a free hand. 

“ I don’t seem to have so much to dispense ; ” slowly, 
as if tears were not far off. 

“Then, my dear, give freely of what you have, and 
your store will increase. You remember Randolph said 
he was going out to camp somewhere for a few weeks, and 
then we shall be away for a little summering. It would 
seem strange for you not to go, and I think he would re- 
gret it.” 

“O, I will go, mamma, I only thought so many girls 
would be a great bother.” 

Millicent made an effort to speak cheerfully and quite 
as if she desired it. Her mother kissed her fondly. 

“ Now run away and get ready, and have a young 
girl’s good time.” 

Before they were all in trim Sherburne’s voice was 
heard in the hall. Agatha Losee was pinning her sailor 
hat so as to suggest a coquettish air, and she looked very 
chic in her blue serge with its straps of white cloth and 
blue stitchings. 


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‘‘I’ll run down,” she cried, glancing around at the 
half completed toilettes. “Now don’t make us lose a 
train, whatever else you do. Every hour is precious.” 

‘ Amang the train there is a swain 
A lad I loe myseP ’ ” 

sang Honor mischievously. “ It must be Randolph.” 

“ Why of course,” subjoined Agatha. “ I want to be 
first on the spot to congratulate him. ’ ’ 

“ But I’ve done it by letter.” 

Ned Beaumanoir was with Sherburne, and Reese 
Carew joined them in a moment. 

“It’s too bad papa can’t go. There’s an awful opera- 
tion. But he is coming up to-night in time for the hop. 
I must tell mamma. ’ ’ 

“Then Ned and I will have to be the fathers of the 
flock,” said Sherburne. “Do we look grave and rev- 
erend as becomes the duty and privilege thrust upon us ? ” 
“ That sounds military, sword-like,” laughed Agatha. 
“ Couldn’t you choose a more elegant word? ” 

“The unexpected delight and responsibility that has 

fallen to our share. The great honor and advantage ’ ' 

“ Of getting tickets and looking after one trunk in 
which we have all put our party gowns,” interrupted the 
girl as he made a little halt. “Do you suppose a cor- 
poral’s guard will be ordered down to the station to meet 
us? I wish we were going to stay in a tent, and have 
hardtack and drink coffee out of a tin mug. ’ ’ 

“Upon my word you are heroic,” with an accent of 
feigned surprise. “But you can camp out, you know, 
and tin cups are cheap and nonbreakable.” 

So they kept chaffing each other until .Aunt Lyndell 
came down full of regrets at the doctor’s forced defec- 
tion. “ And he was counting so much on it, too.” 


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<< I suppose we are to patronize the party if you ma- 
tronize it/’ exclafimed Sherburne with saucy humor. ‘‘I 
hope you are not going to divide the spoils un- 
equally ” 

You deserve to have only Reese/’ she laughed, and 
Sherburne thought Aunt Lyndell looked almost as much 
like a girl as the merry trio trooping down the stairs. 

But she was very generous. The guests were given to 
the care and society of the young men ; Honor took Reese 
who was growing out of big boyhood rapidly, and she had 
Millicent. 

The journey, if not very long, was delightful, for the 
morning was one of the finest in June without the sum- 
mer heat. And as they steamed into the station they 
caught sight of an eager, rather wind-browned face 
among the crowd, which had come down from curiosity 
or to meet friends. 

‘‘My dear mother!” Randolph exclaimed, with a 
son’s tenderness in his voice and clasp. 

Honor looked amazed for a moment. Was this tall, 
soldierly, yes, good-looking young fellow her brother, 
that even in her wildest flights of fancy to the girls she 
had never characterized as laying much claim to manly 
beauty? How well and gracefully he moved or stood 
still, how proudly he carried his head and what a joyous 
smile he had 1 

When the introductions were over Randolph ordered 
the trunk sent up to the hotel. 

“ It isn’t far to walk and I’m so hungry to see you all. 
I have your rooms engaged, and to think that I have all 
the rest of the day to devote to you ! I’m so sorry about 
father, but if he will come up to-night ” 

“O, he surely will,” said Lyndell. 

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proud of him again the day he graduated, but no one 
could have guessed this morning the stir and the change 
there would be in affairs then. 

He hardly had a chance to inspect the girls until they 
were in the hotel parlor. Millicent was sweet and fair, 
and oh how oddly pretty Honor had grown ! These two 
guests would prove a decided attraction to-night, and his 
mother would rank with anybody. 

‘ ‘ But it does seem as if I had been away from home 
three years instead of one. Well, next summer will 
make amends for it all. We must have the jolliest of 
times. We ought to get an island all to ourselves, and 
invite everybody we know, and have as good a time as 
you all did at Melchias.” 

‘^Then we would have to take Uncle Con,” declared 
Honor, ‘‘and he insists he is growing old and lazy, and 
pretends to believe we are all frivolous. I think we are 
just as good and nice as the older girls. To be sure 
Cousin Princess is charming, and Pearl and Alice Os- 
borne are married, and Ray ” 

“ O, I had a letter from Uncle Archie only a few days 
ago. He is having a grand good time. They went to all 
the beautiful places in Scotland and had a week in Lon- 
don when they met a party of Americans going over on 
the continent and joined them. They will go down to 
Italy and France and Spain and spend quite a while in 
England afterwards. And he is enjoying it all so much. 

And now — what will you do ? Are you too tired to ” 

“Tired!” cried girlish voices with an inflection of 
scorn that was near laughter. 

“ Then we might go out awhile before dinner. I have 
invited myself to dine with you. ’ ’ 

“And we just want to see everything,” declared 
Honor. “I’ve been the laughing stock at college be- 


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cause I had a brother here and knew so little about West 
Point.” 

Why, I sent you a map — ” began Randolph. 

Yes, but that was only in March. Since then I have 
aired my knowledge on every occasion. But maps are 
something like a friend’s description of another friend, 
and when you come to see the real thing it is quite dif- 
ferent.” 

You had better shake out your party gowns,” said 
the mother. 

I hope you have something pretty,” and Randolph 
glanced around naively at the girls. And that you all 
dance.” 

Indeed we do,” said Agatha. They have dances 
even at a girls’ college. I think myself that dancing is a 
feminine birthright. ’ ’ 

But you don’t,” cried Honor turning to her brother. 

It was one of the things you hated.” 

Randolph’s face was scarlet. 

Do you really? Reese went to dancing-school last 
winter and liked it. And you know mamma said it was 
part of a young gentleman’s education in Virginia.” 

<^When you have hopes of becoming a yearling you 
learn to dance,” returned the young cadet sententiously. 

Ran! What if you had failed? Were there 
many who did?” 

Yes, a good number. But I didn’t come here ta 
fail,” laughing with a wholesome ring. 

Then — don’t they get another chance ? ” 

Not often.” 

O, how horribly mortifying it must be.” 

Some give up of their own accord. The first year is 
pretty rough on a fellow.” 

Millicent and her mother had shaken out the gowns and 


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hung them in the wardrobe, and disposed of some of the 
smaller belongings in the drawers. 

Come, are you ready? ” cried the young soldier im- 
patiently. He was proud enough to marshal the little 
company out on the walks. It was not every yearling 
who could convoy such a fine-looking mother about and 
four stylish girls, to say nothing of his handsome Cousin 
Sherburne, and his bright young brother. 

It is really a magnificent place,” declared Sherburne. 
^‘Everything is spick and span and rouses a fellow’s ar- 
dor. Like Artemas Ward I’m quite ready ‘ to resign my 
relations to the service of my country.’ ” 

Miss Losee laughed. “And such a fine young fel- 
low ! I don’t wonder Honor is proud of him. He’s 
twice too good to feed to the Indians.” 

“ O, they don’t all go out for wilderness or frontier 
food. There are other positions.” 

Randolph turned suddenly. “This is what I have 
come up from,” he said gayly. “It is the chrysalis 
stage. ’ ’ 

A tired, awkward squad passed by. The discourage- 
ment on their faces was pathetic, and the strained look 
of attention as the cadet corporals yelled at them went to 
the hearts of the visitors. 

“ Unpromising material,” said Miss Losee. 

“They are the newest of newcomers. Wait a year 
and you will be amazed. But you will see the yearlings’ 
parade presently.” 

“ You never looked like that ! ” 

There was an indignant protest in Honor’s voice. 

“I wasn’t quite so bad. I had been taking some 
training before. And if you are going to hate to be 
ordered about my advice is to stay out of West Point.” 

“I’ve come to West Point and I shall not be ordered 


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about either,” declared Miss Losee. shall show you 
what independence means in a woman.” 

A soldier is always chivalrous, Miss Losee,” bowing. 

‘‘Didn’t you hate to be howled at? ” 

“ I came to learn. And I’ve learned several things 
that I shall never do,” gravely. 

The walks were full of excursionists of all kinds and 
degrees, and in a very few moments Lyndell felt that her 
party would not have more than a passing glance be- 
stowed upon it. There were irreproachable dowagers, 
stylish young girls under the waving canopy of the 
daintiest of summer parasols, with attendant officers and 
cadets. Grave men and women searching perhaps for 
sons in the ranks that passed hither and thither and 
wondering at no recognition. 

There was a most unmusical shrilling of the drum corps. 

“ The cadets are going to dinner,” Randolph said. 

The companies seemed to rise from every quarter.. 
The cadet captains marched them along. Officers in 
gold lace, subalterns with chevrons and stripes, second 
and third-class men in dazzling whiteness, glittering belts 
and buttons, heads erect and steps with the precision of 
a machine passed them. 

“It is quite magnificent ! ” remarked Ned Beaumanoir. 
“And made out of those awkward squads.” 

“Wait until you see the parade at six. We should 
have time to visit the academy and the cadet barracks 
before luncheon if you would like.” 

They all signified their pleasure. 

Just as they reached the academy. Colonel Burritt 
stepped out and smiled at the young cadet who stood 
very high in his good graces. 

“I have my mother here,” he began after he had 
saluted. 


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And I shall be glad to meet her. I was wondering 
if your party had arrived,” was the cordial answer. 

They are all here but my father who comes this 
evening,” and Randolph, as master of ceremonies, made 
the introductions. 

Can’t you all come over and meet Mrs. Burritt? 
She has been on the invalid list a few days, but is suf- 
ficiently improved to try the piazza and a hammock. 
Mrs. Carew, accept my escort and we will lead the 
party.” 

‘‘ O, while we were here w^e thought we would inspect 
the academy ” 

Come back then. There are no classes to see.” 

‘^But the inquisition and the appliances of torture.” 

Answer up, Carew. Have we tortured you very 
much ? ” asked the Colonel good-humoredly. 

don’t show signs of having been on the rack 
recently, do I ? ” laughing back at Edward Sherburne. 

Indeed he did not with his wholesome animated face 
and figure that had gained immensely in symmetry. 

All these blooming girls are of some kin to you, I 
suppose,” began the Colonel as he was escorting Mrs. 
Carew about. You are to be envied.” 

‘^Only two are mine, though there is a much younger 
one at home. My second daughter has some college 
friends visiting her.” 

You see we have had quite a Stanwood genealogy in 
the academy. Major Stanwood who was in the Civil war. ” 

Yes, my uncle. His wife was my father’s sister.” 

^‘And his son Archer Stanwood. Soldiering seems to 
be a family inheritance,” and the Colonel’s tone sug- 
gested that it was a thing to be proud of. 

We were very loth to consent to our boy choosing 
the profession,” and the mother’s tone fell a little. 


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167 


Oh, but Mrs. Carew he was a soldier born, just as I 
suspect your husband was a born doctor. You’ll never be 
ashamed of anything he will do unless he changes 
mightily. The first year is the hardest and he has come 
off with flying colors. I don’t, know of a young fellow 
who has been more thoroughly liked, and who has been 
so little set up by it. This isn’t very good soil for 
the cultivation of personal vanity. And where does the 
very handsome young man come in ? ” 

‘‘He is the son of my cousin. Judge Beaumanior of 
Washington.” 

The Colonel nodded. “ The girls will pull straws for 
him to-night even if he doesn’t wear gold lace and all 
that. Now, young people, if you have seen enough of the 
inquisition, let us take up our march; ” raising his voice 
a little. 

“You are quite sure we shall not overwhelm Mrs. 
Burritt? ” 

“O no. Why, it will be quite a treat. We have no 
daughters and two sons still bachelors, one in Russia and 
one in Japan. We blossom out in girls here for three 
months in the summer, the rest of the year we live on 
remembrance and hope,” with a genial laugh. 

The call was delightful. The great event of the season 
was the first cadet hop. Randolph was trying to explain 
about cadet girls and officer girls, and that while year- 
lings were allowed to attend hops and have some in- 
dulgences of a social nature plebes were not. 

“ So this will really be your first entrance into gay 
society,” said Miss North. “Honor, we are better 
treated.” 

“ O, we make up for it afterwards.” 

Mrs. Burritt was very sorry their stay was to be so 
brief. There was so much to see at this season. 


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They were late at luncheon, and a little tired. Mrs, 
Carew said the girls must stay in and rest awhile, since 
by six they must be out to see the parade. But they 
chattered all the time though they stretched themselves 
out in the double bedded room and decided a week 
would not be long enough to do West Point. 

They were out quite early after all. The throng was 
gathering for the parade. Bell-buttoned cavaliers were 
chatting with pretty girls in the daintiest of summer gowns 
and astonishing hats, and carried parasols not always over 
the girls, or twirled a fan to the imminent danger of break- 
ing it. There were ripples of laughter like waves on the 
summer air, and the buzz of many voices. The long 
rows of seats were soon packed and reinforced by camp 
stools. Randolph had managed to seat his party and 
then brought up some compeers to introduce. The hop 
seemed the uppermost consideration, but everybody was 
full of smiles and gayety, and older men were rather 
envying the young cadet, not merely for a day off, but 
the pretty girls who seemed his charge. And other pretty 
girls watched the handsome civilian, nodding most 
graciously to young Carew. 

The parade was quite magnificent to girls who had 
only seen companies out on special occasions. . The long 
line of cadets, executing their different movements was 
a sight long to be remembered. The music too \vas 
inspiriting. 

I feel like marching myself,” declared Agatha Losee. 

Would it be out of order ? ” 

She cast appealing glances around, and then at 
Randolph. 

Why no ” with boyish hesitancy and pleasure. 

Then let us go,” Sherburne rose and bowed. We 
shall see more of the marching.” 


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169 

The example was contagious. A young lieutenant 
asked the favor of Honor, and Miss North was carried off 
by some one else. 

‘^Milly, come with me,” entreated Reese. 

She had declined one proffer, but this eager youthful 
appeal could not be denied. 

suppose it is all right,” said the mother when she 
was left alone with her son. I need some training. 
I am not quite sure what my duties are ; ” and she turned 
a half-questioning, half-smiling glance on him. 

yes. Forbes will see that they do not get lost. 
And Fm glad to have you all to myself.” His hand stole 
over hers. It is hard often-times doing without a 
mother. ’ ’ 

Six months ago she would have said — ^^It was your 
choice.” Now there was a softened light in her eyes that 
was most beautiful to him. 

Mamma ” — in an entreating boyish voice that she had 
not heard for years, and that set her heart all athrill, 

have you quite forgiven me ? ” 

Yes,” softly, under her breath. 

I couldn’t have been happy in anything else. I am a 
year older now and have learned a good deal. Now I 
could make the sacrifice and stay at home, but all the- 
same ’ ’ 

^^Oh,” she gave a little cry. Are you — dissatis- 
fied?” 

No it isn’t that. I should always have a sore spot in. 
my heart, a longing I could not overcome. But I have- 
learned that one hardly realizes all the sweetness of home 
love, of mother love until he goes away from it. You 
can’t take quite the flavor along with you. And as one 
gets wiser, more experienced, better disciplined one feels 
that sacrifices are possible for those he loves. I find 


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some boys have really given up an ardent desire to come 
here, overpersuaded.” 

^^And I shouldn’t ask it now. So we have both 
learned a little wisdom.” 

Her voice was sweet and tremulous with emotion. 

And — grandpapa ? ” 

O, I think he gave up first of all. He reverences the 
profession of medicine. He believes a man ought to have 
as strong a call as to preach the Gospel, indeed it is often 
a// the gospel some perishing souls ever get. And your 
father knew your heart was not in it. It was only I who 
could not give up, but children have some right to their 
own lives. I recognize that.” 

Reese is going to make a fine fellow. He suggests 
father to me. I wonder who I am like ? ’ ’ 

^‘Sometimes you are like me,” confessed the mother. 

Then I must have a little of the Sherburne inherit- 
ance; ” and Dell remarked the smile in his voice. 
should be glad to have your qualities, only I haven’t 
that sort of attractiveness. Honor has it. How delight- 
ful she is ! But I think in many little things of what will 
please you. The little things are often the hardest 
because they sometimes seem immaterial.” 

There was a crowd surging by them just then. A 
stout woman seemed to obscure the light. Under cover 
he bent over and kissed his mother. 


CHAPTER XI. 


WEST POINT. 

said Lieutenant Forbes to Miss Losee, ‘‘you 
should see the graduation ball.” 

“ Once in four years ” She sighed with a kind of 

delicious enchantment. 

“Why no — every year,” in surprise. 

“ O, yes. How absurd ! All the classes get pushed 
up every year, and the top ones take their honors and 
step down and out. What becomes of them ? Are they 
like the smart children — never heard of again ! ” 

“Many of them never are. They drop back into 
civilian life. There is nothing heroic for them to do.” 

“You see — I was looking ahead. If I don’t quarrel 
with Honor Carew, she may ask me to come to the 
graduation ball when her brother makes his final bow.” 

“ He is a fine fellow. He won’t drop back into com- 
mon life. He won his spurs before he had been here 
three months.” 

“O, do tell me how?” eagerly. “lam half in love 
with him.” 

“There’s no telling tales out of this school. He’s 
kept friends with his own class, and the class above him, 
and the professors. He is a fine draughtsman. Have 
you been to the academy, and did you see the drawings ? 
We learn how to build bridges and ships as well as 
gabions and fascines and all that. But you won’t need 
that knowledge even if you marry an army man. Why 
can’t you come next summer? ” 

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^Nobody asked me, sir, she said/ I haven’t a sin- 
gle army friend who is to graduate.” 

^‘But some one might send you an invitation. Why, 
Miss Carew could come up next year ” 

This is my dance, I believe,” and the handsome civil 
young man with no military trappings carried off Miss Losee. 

Lieutenant Forbes was down on Miss Carew’ s card. 
After some search he found her whirling around with a 
happy cadet, who had made up his young mind to go to 
every hop of the season. 

There were girls and girls, but few wall flowers. Such 
soft laughs, such low-toned chatting, such delicious 
music and merriment, and oh, such flirting, in spite of 
chaperons. Honor Carew was having the best of times 
and she wished the night could last till dawn. How 
tame the girls’ dances would be ! And the languid 
evenings in the city when a young man walked through 
a dance in a bored fashion. Honor enjoyed her pleas- 
ures to the very finger-tips, but she longed to have her 
companion, whoever he was, enjoy them as well. It 
seemed to give her a greater latitude. 

The lieutenant held out his hand. How pretty and 
sparkling she looked, her wavy hair shaking off shining 
lights with every motion. 

You are having a very good time ! Miss Carew, 
we ought to be obliged for your delightful party. Are 
you not tired of dancing ? ” studying her face that flushed 
daintily, but did not stay red. 

Indeed, no. I am a cadet girl to-night,” with a soft 
ripple of mirth. I was comparing notes with a young — 
a second class man, I think he said, but I can’t remem- 
ber what every one has told me. I am through with my 
first college year, but we did not have any such merry- 
making as this.” 


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173 


This isn’t all for the yearlings exactly. And pres- 
ently companies of them will go out to camp. That 
shuts them from the gayety.” 

Isn’t it rather hard on them ? ” 

If you mean their deprivation from ladies’ society, 
yes. Still there are hosts of visitors going out to camp. 

They find some opportunities for ” 

O, don’t waste another bar of that delightful music. 
I know what you were going to say, spooning. We girls 

give it a daintier name, flirting ” 

They were off in the whirling throng. 

^‘Then you admit girls can share that reprehensible 
pastime;” in the first pause, glancing at the smiling 
eyes, his own alight at her frankness. 

‘‘ Is it so reprehensible ? Let us go to Nature, Mother 
Nature thousands of years old. The shrubs and flowers 
overhanging the streams, nod to their shadows in the 
water, the dimples and ripples run and dance together, 
the blossom and the bee have a cavorting time. Haven’t 
you ever noticed how the flower tosses its head and 
sways about, and the bee pursues, bound to get the in- 
finitesimal drop of honey ? The flower is sweet again for 
the next comer.” 

You are making out a very good case.” 

And sly old Mother Nature lets it all go on. She 
knows the autumn will come — oh dear, one can’t well 
talk and dance ’ ’ 

So you are going to store up for the autumn? ” 

I’m going to have all the pleasure I can put in until 
mid-afternoon to-morrow. ’ ’ 

And go away and forget ? ” 

^‘Why, no. We shall talk it over at school. 
There are three of us to remember things and — 
people.” 


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‘‘Then your sister — that Madonna-looking girl is your 
sister ? ’ ’ 

“ O, thank you twenty times. We have an aunt wha 
has a Madonna face. Milly was named for her and it 
really is a pleasure to her to have that comparison made. 
I must tell her.” 

“ She isn’t at college with you ? ” 

“ O, no. She is Miss Carew proper. I am the 
cadet,” with an arch dainty turn of the head. 

The band clanged out the final notes. Some couples 
were so permeated with the music, they went on a few 
measures farther. 

Ned Beaumanoir had been walking down the outside. 
Honor threw him a smile. 

“Your father has come,” he said. 

“ O, Lieutenant Forbes, you must see papa,” she cried. 
“I can even lose one of these delightful dances for his 
sake, and I am quite sure some cadet will be breaking 
his heart over it.” 

“Make a cross on your card for In Memoriam. Let 
me see — I must plan for a walk to-morrow. I don’t 
think I have had all the arguments on the propriety, the 
necessity and the advantages of flirting, as you call it. 
I should give it a softer name — harmless summer amuse- 
ment.” 

“Why, that is just what it is,” laughingly. “I 
thought it a waste of time to use so many words.” 

There was quite a little circle about Dr. and Mrs. 
Carew. Millicent looked proud and tender. She had 
been drawn in the vortex of pleasure and was enjoying 
it. If one other person was here ! Would he enjoy the 
gayety and the wild ringing music ? 

Miss Losee had been greeting her friend’s father, but 
two eager cadets were waiting to pounce upon her, so to 


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keep the peace she sailed away with one, leaving a promise 
to the other. Annie North was having a half argument 
with Sherburne, but a cadet captain led her off as the 
music struck up again. 

You promised me two or three dances. Honor,*’ be- 
gan Sherburne, in a half-injured tone. 

‘ When I said I would die a bachelor I did not think 
I should live ’til I were married,’ ” she quoted with heed- 
less vivacity. ‘‘Shakespeare did not know about West 
Point. There are two cadets for every dance. One 
fellow writes his name over another. ’ ’ 

“ Well, this is mine if a dozen cadets waylay you.” 

“ Can you make headway among so many? O, this 
does belong to Mr. Lane, and there he comes.” 

“No matter.” Sherburne turned her quickly aside,, 
caught step and fairly impelled her. 

“Do you know you are flirting desperately?” he 
began in an austere tone. 

“It is in the air. A summer disease like rose cold or 
hay fever. It runs its course and in the early fall will 
be lost in the contemplation of Latin quantities and 
Greek unities, of metaphysics and philosophy. Have 
you had a nice time ? ” 

“ Can’t you be serious about anything?” 

“ Not to-night. The air and the music are riotous.” 

“ I was going to say ” 

“ Don’t say it,” she cried with petulant eagerness, but 
her face was dimpled and smiling. “If you didn’t 
dance so perfectly, Sherburne, I should still go over ta 
Mr. Lane. There he is pacing in a melancholy fashion. 
We had one delightful dance, and I’m sure I’ve thrown 
him over three times. This last sin is on your head.” 

“I’ll take that and some others, too,” half angrily. 

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so high that it appals me I shall gently shift it to your 
broad shoulders. I didn’t think you were so amiable.” 

He did not know why he should care for Honor’s 
teasing or her dancing with everybody in such evident 
enjoyment. More than one person had noted the riant 
face and shining eyes as she went flashing hither and 
thither, warming many a cadet’s heart by her merry, 
fascinating talk. She had quite ignored him. Was she 
won by brass buttons and a stripe down a trousers leg ? 

Lieutenant Forbes stood admiring the fine physique 
and friendly face of Dr. Carew, whom he had not seen 
hitherto. The son resembled him somewhat, but his 
eyes had the mother’s light and glow in them, and he 
did not wonder now at the courage young Carew had 
manifested in two instances when hazing had been ram- 
pant. Then he turned to the girl with the Madonna 
face, and presently they were walking around, as she did 
not care to dance. She had not Miss Honor’s girlish- 
ness, but she looked quite as young. 

Dell quite forgot she was the mother of the flock as 
she listened to the interesting conversation in which the 
doctor was taking a part, concerning the young men of 
the country who were to be the leaders presently. And 
she was surprised at the long pause in the music that had 
just been flinging the Star Spangled Banner to the heated 
atmosphere, and the certain indication that the gayety 
was at an end. 

Chaperons were hunting up their fair charges — many 
of whom were accepting arrangements for the morrow 
subject to certain after revisions. Honor made various 
subtle endeavors to set Sherburne adrift, but without 
avail, so then she boldly held counsel with two young 
fellows about walks to-morrow and points of interest, the 
library and the batteries and the shore road. 


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‘^But you never can go over it in one day, Miss 
Carew,” said George Prescott, Avho was no mean rival in 
good looks to Edward Sherburne, although a contrast, 
except in figure, and in that he had the trained advan- 
tage. Can’t you stay ? ” 

am afraid not. But I might come again. My 
brother has still three years in bonds. ’ ’ 

‘^And I have only two;” with reluctance in the 
voice. 

I’m glad you like it. But you are all so enthusiastic. 
It is really delightful to see the spirit animating you. 
And it isn’t an easy life either.” 

Honor,” interposed her cousin, ^^your mother is 
beckoning. They are all going.” 

They gave each other a cordial good-night. Then 
some one else stopped her. ‘^Miss Losee had promised 
to go out rowing if the rest of the party would ” 

You can’t tell,” exclaimed the young man interrupt- 
ing with an air of authority, until you know what 
uncle’s plans are for to-morrow.” 

‘‘We shall see,” she replied gayly. “ O, I think we 
will.” 

“ I wish you’d let me answer for myself, Sherburne,” 
Honor began with a touch of indignation. “ I shall de- 
cide my own pleasures without reference to you.” 

“ Or any one else ! ” in a tone of expostulation. 

“I’m glad you are no nearer relation than a second 
cousin. Mamma said once the Sherburnes began by be- 
ing self-willed and dogmatic.” 

“You have as much of the Sherburne blood as I,” 
he flung out loftily. 

“That is what makes me self-willed. But I don’t 
thrust it on everybody as a virtue.” 

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them putting in enough plans for a solid week. But 
they started to the hotel presently, Honor clasping 
Agatha’s arm, and shaking off her somewhat sulky 
cousin. 

^^It has been just heavenly,” declared Agatha with 
a thrilling sigh of satisfaction. I don’t know how I will 
ever get you repaid. Honor, unless I coax papa next 
year to take us off somewhere, and two girls together are 
not much fun. If I only had an uncle who was a pro- 
fessor here at West Point, I’d beg to come and spend 
next summer with him. O girls, isn’t it a shame that we 
can’t choose some of our relations after we are grown up 
and know what we would like.” 

They all laughed at that. 

Dr. Carew said he would like to stay half an hour or 
so and continue a discussion, and Lyndell felt that it 
would be a full hour before the girls were settled. Ran- 
dolph went off to the barracks, but was to join them the 
next morning. The others said good-night. The girls 
began to rehearse their conquests. 

*'And you have been really charming, Milly,” declared 
Honor, whose fit of sharp temper had vanished. ^‘Lieu- 
tenant Forbes admires your style very much. When you 
do come out of your shell you are lovely.” 

“Girls, girls, do you know it will be morning 
presently?” said the admonishing elder voice. 

And morning it seemed, before, in all the affluence of 
healthy youth they had finished their first nap. They 
heard the reveille, the unusual sounds, and found the 
sun beaming in all his glory, as if he enjoyed it. 

“If it had rained ! ” said Annie North. 

But it was delightful, for about the middle of the fore- 
noon it grew rather hazy with the sun behind thin 
clouds, though there were parasols with pink and blue 


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179 


linings, ruffling and laces that made them a mound o£ 
waving clouds. There were so many places to visit. 
And this morning they had an escort of officers that was 
very flattering. There were the barracks with their 
rounded battlements, the village of tents, the encamp- 
ment of the young cadets, the chapel, the great hills and 
bluffs, the magnificent old trees, the river winding in and 
out, fretting the shore in little eddies, the almost level 
strip of coast and the river shining and rippling along^ 
studded with craft of various kinds. 

There was troop parade, there were cadets in specklessr 
uniform, officers with chevrons and bars and gold lace 
that glittered with every movement. There were military^ 
ceremonies and evolutions wonderful to the untrained 
eye. 

George Prescott came to greet them. He was the re- 
tiring officer of the day, and certainly was resplendent in 
golden buttons, chevrons and crimson sash, and sword. 
The bands were playing gayly. Pretty girls were gath- 
ering from near and not very far, and cadets were hover- 
ing about them making plans for an unoccupied hour or 
two. 

^‘You won’t have to go until an evening train, will 
you ? We can have a boat at two, the daisiest naphtha 

launch, or if rowing would suit you better ” 

the rowing by all means. Up here it has a 
stately Roman sound. There should be galley slaves with 

shining black skins ” Honor paused suddenly, her 

face scarlet. 

Well — we are pretty thoroughly tanned by the sun,, 
and are slaves to beauty — and can row — and you shall 
imagine all the rest. Which shall it be ? ” 

O, there is papa and Colonel Throckmorton.’' 

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out by an evening train, for invitations had poured in 
upon them. And there was a cadet tea — Do the 
cadets pour the tea and pass it around and wait upon 
you ? ’ * 

The Colonel laughed down in the bright gipsy face 
with its lovely eager brown eyes. 

I believe they don’t pour the tea. But they will be 
delighted to wait upon you and surfeit you with sweets. 
Whose is it?” 

My brother brought the invitation — at a Mrs. Day’s, 
I believe.” 

O, go by all means. Carew, you can surely add a 
few hours to your infrequent holiday. Zounds man ! 
how do you manage to get along with so much work and 
writing, and operations, and look so fresh and sturdy? 
That’s a fine son of yours and I don’t wonder at it.” 

^^The rowing party is safe enough?” Doctor Carew 
smiled cordially. 

‘‘Well, I should say — on such a day as this,” and 
the Colonel lifted his brows. 

Honor flew back joyously. “Yes, we can go and 
papa will stay. And Colonel Throckmorton thinks we 
ought to go to the tea. O dear ! ” with a sigh. “ Why 
are the days so short ? ’ ’ 

“June days always are short,” said Prescott senten- 
tiously. “That’s a humbug about their being the long- 
est in the year. And now we must hustle. What’s 
first?” 

“ Intellectually I suppose it is to do the library. When 
we get back to college we want to announce the tough 
reading the cadets take to fortify their minds and help 
them to fight the battles of their country,” said Miss 
Losee with an air of profound respect. 

“ Paper battles ! ” with an ironical intonation. 


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i8r 

Boys, you would laugh if there was to be a war in the 
course of a few years.” 

With Canada or Germany ? ” 

Why, we might pick a quarrel with England.” 

Or the Shah of Persia. Or some little South Amer- 
ican Republic.” 

No, it will be with Germany according to my think- 
ing.” 

Then it will be a naval war largely.” 

O, bother about wars. Let us do the library — in 
Shakespearean parlance.” 

Honor walked with the tall, fair, sunburned cadet, and 
they were very merry. Miss Losee had an admirer^ 
Randolph’s friend, and Sherburne who was not to be left 
in the lurch attached himself to Miss North. Millicent 
was calling on Mrs. Burritt with her mother and they 
were to be convoyed about by the Colonel. 

After that they must see Kosciusko’s garden, one of 
the beautiful show places, and the monument, and listen 
to some of the legends and bits of historical lore. 

After all the Rhine cannot be more romantic than 
our own Hudson,” said Honor. ‘‘From Albany down, 
nearly every spot is identified with some thrilling bit of 
history. Arnold covenanting to hand West Point over 
to the English ; Mrs. Arnold and her baby waiting for 
her traitor husband — Andre going bravely to death ” 

“You can go up to Lake Champlain and Rouse’s 
Point,” added Prescott. “It’s all stirring romance 
when you go back to the past. And there were heroes 
in those days. We have fallen upon commonplace.” 

“Events bring out the heroes,” Honor replied en- 
thusiastically. “But we do not want any real war 
/or all that. I like this peaceful array of the armed 
host.” 


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you know how late it is? We shall lo3e our 
luncheon/' Randolph announced. 

‘‘Why didn’t we bring it along and eat it in some 
shady nook ? ” 

“Why, oh why? answers echo; ” and Miss Losee 
gave a mirthful ripple. “ That is not an artistic echo, I 
know.” 

“It’s as good as the Scotchman’s. They were to 
sing — 

“ * Hail smiling morn 

That tips the hills with gold, 

At whose bright presence darkness flies away,’ 

-and the echo was to be ‘ flies away, flies away ’ Think 

of the consternation of the musicians when the echo 
oame out broadly — ‘ flees awa’, flees awa’.’ When taken 
to task the echoist said — ‘ ah mon ye were in Scotland. 
How could ye have anything but a Scotch echo? ’ ” 

They all laughed. “So as a girl’s echo yours was 
very good,” appended Honor. 

“But it wouldn’t keep one from starving, and I am 
hollow all the way down,” declared Reese. 

Mamma was waiting for them and took the later 
arrangements very calmly. Dr. Carew had not been in yet. 

“And you must all be in readiness to go to the cadet 
tea. Mrs. Day apologizes for the shortness of the in- 
vitation. She is very anxious to meet you, mamma, and 
^she saw father a year or so ago. She had a friend in a 
hospital and she thinks he saved her life. The invita- 
tion is somewhere,” and Randolph began to search the 
breast of his jacket. “You know people are generally 
just asked, unless it is some one quite grand.” 

The boy exhumed it at length and passed it over to 
his mother. 


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183 


Nothing could induce the three girls to relinquish the 
river excursion. Reese and Ned Beaumanoir decided 
upon something else. Sherburne did not really want to 
go, yet as little was he willing to stay away. Some one 
viust be the girls’ escort, and Aunt Lyndell took it for 
granted that he would. It was clearly a duty. 

The walk over to the river was delightful, partly 
through a wild and lovely glade where the foliage was 
fragrant with woody smells, and the coolness of a rivulet 
trickling along. They interspersed it with merry jests> 
the most notable quality being its vivacity, and the happy 
sunshine of youth. 

Four cadets were the rowers. Prescott sat in the bow 
and faced his delighted crew, looking straight into 
Honor’s eyes now and then, and calling up a bright color 
to her cheek. She did not know why she should flush, 
but after all she was having a good time and Prescott 
v/as extremely entertaining. He gave a queer little look 
when either of the others answered his comments, and 
she would smile back as if they said to each other — 

this is between ourselves, you know.” 

Honor, are you comfortable?” asked Sherburne. 
‘‘Wouldn’t you rather sit over here? I’ll change seats 
with you.” 

“No.” She put up her hand with decisive refusal. 
“ I like it better here.” 

He bit his lip. Why should he care for Honor’s 
snubs when these other girls were ready to scatter their 
sweetest flowers at his shrine ! It didn’t mean anything 
of course ; they were full of fun and buoyancy, and he 
had sense enough to take it as the small coin one paid 
out on a summer vacation. They all bandied it about 
pretty freely with the exuberance of youth. 

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184 

Miss Losee in a longing tone that all echoed in their 
hearts. 

don’t see why you are making such a short stay,” 
began Prescott. ‘^And next week will be moonlight. 
Yes — it’s magnificent.” 

And we shall be in camp at work on fortifications,” 
said one of the cadets lugubriously. 

‘ ^ Are you not allowed to see any visitors ? ’ ’ 

yes. They come out to camp and stare at you. 
But you are supposed to retire from the frivolities of 
society. No one gives cadet teas for you. There is no 
lingering on Flirtation Walk or under shady trees with 
the fairest of the fair,” bowing with impressive signifi- 
cance. 

‘Mt doesn’t speak well for the serious and practical 
side of your discipline and employments that there 
should be a Flirtation Walk,” said Honor with an 
amusing touch of severity in her tone. Who christened 
it?” 

Ask some of the old officers. The beginning of the 
reprehensible practice is lost in obscurity I think. But 
Miss Carew, you surely don’t grudge us a few summer 
pleasures? ” 

^^When you have to hibernate in the winter,” said 
Miss Losee in an intensely sympathetic tone. 

^‘Hibernate! Yes, that A good.” 

The young cadets laughed. 

We haven’t much time to waste if you are going to 
the tea,” and Sherburne looked at his watch. 

That’s true^enough. Boys, put in your best strokes. ’ ^ 

They sent the boat skimming over the water. The 
west had been thinning from gray to suggestive lavenders 
and then bluish tints that grew opalescent, and suddenly 
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185 

the river banks with an exquisite glow, growing imper- 
ceptibly stronger and taking on the red gold hues of 
coming sunset. 

‘^What a magnificent place the world is/’ Honor ex- 
claimed, her face alight with a grand sort of admiration. 

Prescott was about to say you mean the Point,’' 
but the sweet seriousness of the girl’s tone checked him. 
Ah — if she were going to stay a week ! 

They soon reached their wharf and disembarked, 
showering abundant and delighted thanks on their oars- 
men. There was no time to be lost. The band was 
discoursing sweet music, there was the usual glitter and 
brilliance, and white legged cadets hurrying to and fro, 
saluting officers and bowing to friends. 

Mrs. Day was the happy possessor of a big piazza and 
a spacious lawn. Girls in the airiest of summer white- 
ness and laces and flowing ribbons flitted about, smiling 
and chatting. 

^Gt’s a lawn party with the military aspect thrown in,” 
commented Annie North. 

A gay young crowd indeed, laughing, chatting, chaff- 
ing too, making engagements for to-morrow or the next 
hop, and sometimes dropping into sentimental whisper- 
ing. Cadets came and went, some of the fourth class 
men added grace and dignity. Half-a-dozen young girls 
assisted the hostess. 

Honor went away with a good share of spoils and so 
many regrets that she felt very much elated. Dr. Carew 
dropped in to gather up his flock and see that none were 
loitering or getting left behind. 

^^And then we shall have to tear you away,” laughed 
Honor as he had fallen into pleasant chat with Mrs. Day. 

Talking up to the last moment must be a Carew in- 
heritance. We won’t lay that at the door of the Sher- 


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burnes,” flashing a mischievous glance over her shoulder 
at her cousin. 

Sherburne just did nothing but stalk around and look 
gloomily handsome,” she said to her mother afterwards. 
‘‘ He cannot bear any rival near the throne; and he will 
have to learn that he can’t have everything.” 

They just caught their train in time. 

Ran, it is a shame to leave you here when we could 
have such splendid times at home,” cried Honor with a 
great tremble in her voice. 

We will have it next summer,” cheerily. I am so 
glad you all came. O, good-bye.” 

The final kiss was his mother’s. They had grown so 
dear in these last two days. 

Half-a-dozen young fellows had come down to see 
them off, and the motherless ones envied Randolph 
Carew. With a manly sympathy bred of honor they 
talked among themselves, knowing he had no heart for 
gay comment, and would rather commune with his own 
thoughts. His friend Westerfield had his arm. 

Carew, you are a fellow to be envied all round,’* 
said he. 


CHAPTER XII. 


THE IDEALITY OF INEXPERIENCE. 

13 EiVLLY/’ began Dr. Carewas he opened the door 
with his latch-key, have had a rare holiday. 
Young people, I hope none of you have left your hearts 
behind ! It was a fine sight, and I expect you are all 
filled with military ardor. ’ ’ 

The young men said good-night. The girls and 
Reese trooped into the spacious hall. 

^^Is it too late to have a little feast?” asked the 
doctor. I am hungry as a bear when he crawls out in 
the spring.” 

^^And I. And I,” cried a chorus of voices. 

Millicent lingered in the hall to look over the cards. 
Mrs. Henderson had called. Did she hope to find an- 
other name ? Her mail lay on the top of her desk and 
she went straight to it. Invitations, a foreign letter from 
Ray Stan wood, a note from Mrs. Henderson. 

do not suppose you have forgotten me, but I have 
missed you very much,” the note ran. wonder if 
your sister and her friends would be bored by coming to 
a luncheon with a dame of the past generation ? I shall 
call to-morrow morning and try to persuade them, know- 
ing thereby I shall have a glimpse of you.” 

A tender light illumined the sweet eyes and irradiated 
the whole face. How long it seemed since she had seen 
her friend. 

There was another dainty envelope enclosing a card, 
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This called a quick blush, but the tenderness did not 
leave the eyes. If anything it deepened. 

Just Charlton Henderson’s card. On the other side 
these words — It has been an age since I have seen you. 
Have you thrown me over for newer friends? Will you 
be alone to-morrow at four? C. H.” 

For many moments she stood with the card in her 
hand not thinking in any consecutive manner, rather 
giving herself up to vague impressions, the most fervent 
and far reaching one, that Charlton Henderson wanted 
to see her. She did not ask why. It was not to play or 
sing or read and gratify him with soothing sounds to 
minister to him, which of course she would do gladly. 
It was some deeper personal longing that could only be 
satisfied at sight. She had never talked love affairs over 
with girls. Honor had been a mere mirth loving child 
before she went away. The freedom of the past few 
days, the merry gossip and speculation, the absolute 
license of comment and intentions laughingly expressed 
but not carried out, had somewhat shocked her. These 
gay girls were not pretending that it was love. Love to 
her was something august, to be approached reverently 
years hence. In her simplicity she wondered hov/ 
a girl dared choose a man to spend her whole life 
with. 

Milly,” Honor called. ‘^Comedown. We are go- 
ing to have a little spread.” 

She went thoughtfully, reluctantly, from a curious 
sense of duty as if she had no right to stand at her desk 
and^have Charlton in her mind when any one called her, 
ifethere was any other thing to do. She did not care 
for the little feast nor the gayety, even her father’s cheer- 
ful voice and bits of teasing seemed an alien sound. 
She was tired of the laughter and jesting, the sweet 


THE IDEALITY OF INEXPERIENCE. 189 


family freedoms when no one took offense at opinions 
that differed. 

Lyndell looked at the blooming eager faces that showed 
no advance of midnight even after the long day. All 
but one. 

‘‘Milly, dear,” she said with motherly tenderness, 
^^you look pale and tired, and it is late. If you want 
to retire we will excuse you.” 

Thank you.” She came and kissed both her parents 
and said good-night to the others. A curious qualm of 
secrecy swept over her and she wanted to lock the door 
as she entered her room. No one ever did it in the 
house. She turned up the gas again and pored over the 
brief message. To-morrow ! Why a hundred things 
might happen in the night. There had been cataclysms 
that had swept cities out of existence. There were — 
she shuddered, no she would not think of sudden end- 
ings, but to-morrow seemed so strangely uncertain 
to her. What her fear and desire was she did not ask 
herself. 

When she heard steps coming up-stairs she thrust her 
card in the drawer and turned the light low in a kind of 
terror. 

^'No, don’t disturb her,” the motherly voice said. 

She can’t stand everything as you girls seem to.” 

could go off on another lark,” was the merry an- 
swer. Fun is inspiriting,^’ 

hope you will feel as gay in the morning.” 

Millicent did not turn up her light and moved about' 
in a breathless fashion until she was ready for bed. 
Then she put the light out and stood in the dark, feeling 
the soft color flaming about her face. Softly she put her 
hand in the drawer and took up the card, slipping dt 
under her pillow with a curious sensation ^ as if half 


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ashamed. For a long while she lay sleepless, thinking 
of to-morrow. 

"rtiey were rather late at breakfast. Millicent came in 
with Mrs. Henderson’s note and took it to her mother. 
Last night she had almost forgotten it. 

Why that is very nice, yes. Girls, you must not go 
out this morning. Milly’s friend who missed you last 
week is coming with a luncheon invitation. She is a 
very attractive woman, and I think it will give her pleas- 
ure. I pity those who have no daughters. Half of the 
sweetness of motherhood is gone. ” 

O are there sons? ” Agatha Losee glanced up with 
a glint of humor in her eyes. But sons I believe do not 
affect luncheons.” 

‘‘There is one son, but I think I admire the mother 
more,” returned Mrs. Carew. 

“And we can’t smuggle in your cousins ? ” queried 
Annie North daringly. 

Mrs. Carew laughed. “O you spoiled girls!” she 
ejaculated. “You cannot think to go through vacations 
with half-a-dozen cadets drinking in every foolish word 
you utter. Sherburne goes home to-night. Ned thinks 
he has been very dissipated and must reform. But the 
city is left and there are rare things still to be seen. 
You must try to exist.” 

Agatha came and leaned over the back of the chair, 
put her arms about Dell’s neck. 

“ We should exist with you alone to plan for us. Why 
are not all the mothers in the world like you ? ’ ’ she 
whispered. 

“ Some are better.” 

“ I can’t believe that.” 

Afterwards the girls counted up their spoils as well as 
the graces and virtues of their admirers and the amusing 


THE IDEALITY OF INEXPERIENCE. 191 

incidents. Mrs. Henderson came and made herself quite 
charming to them, managing several little asides with 
Millicent whose subtle consciousness responded to the : 
undercurrent of satisfaction. 

They would come the next day. After that a little- 
drive. She would keep them as long as she could. 

She is curiously interesting and an extremely hand- 
some woman,” declared Agatha. When she talks 
you feel as if you were listening to a story. And to 
think of having really lived in Paris and Rome and 
Florence and Vienna and Berlin, and I dare say had 
hosts of admirers. I wonder what her husband was 
like?” 

He did not live many years,” Millicent responded!’ 
quietly. ^‘And at the last he was paralyzed. She was./ 
very devoted to him.” 

And had her reward,” sententiously. 

She did not do it for the reward,” returned Millicent 
with a sense of affront. 

I suppose her house is beautiful ? ” 

It is a hired furnished house of other people’s choos-. 
ing and collecting. Most of her treasures are stored 
until they have a house of their own.” 

^<The son will marry, no doubt. I hope we will have- 
a sight at him.” 

Millicent’s heart seemed suddenly to stop beating as if 
a cold clutch had seized it. 

Honor had not been paying much attention. 

There is Bronx Park and the old Lorillard house 
with its eerie legend. We might go up there this after- 
noon,” she exclaimed. <‘Ned thinks we ought to take 
the sail up to Albany. We didn’t see much of the river, 
you know. And there is the Jersey shore and Long 
Branch.” 


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‘‘ Honor Carew, you do think up the loveliest things ! 
It is a liberal education to know you. If that isn’t 
original it’s applicable.” 

Millicent’s heart beat warmly again. If they would 
all go out. 

Dr. Carew thought they could. He would order 
around the big carriage. 

‘^Couldn’t I go?” pleaded Reese. I know all the 
queer places and beautiful trees.” 

‘‘You can go in my place,” announced Millicent. “ I 
do not care for the drive.” 

“ How good you are.” He came around and 
kissed her, and a quick flush mounted to her fore- 
head. 

Sherburne dropped in to lunch, and insisted that he 
should be of the party. 

“ Milly,” her mother said a little later, “ you must take 
a good rest this afternoon. You look pale. I shall be 
away — there are all the arrangements to make for the 
Little Mothers’ Outing.” 

So presently they were all out, as Florence had gone to 
Aunt Millicent’s. She took up her note again and read 
it with a quick rush of feeling that made her heart beat 
wildly. A speculative girl might have studied her feel- 
ings and questioned, she was simply glad that he longed 
to see her. She wondered with happy eagerness which 
gown he would like best. There was the pale blue with 
all its flufiiness. Honor had said, “ Don’t wear blue 
when you are pale, it takes all the spirit out of you.” 
Was she pale now ? 

She studied herself in the glass. There had been 
many pretty graceful compliments paid her through the 
winter, but she had none of the vanity that makes the 
coquette. She could admire beauty without envying it, 


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and the possession of it had never been held up as tlie 
most attractive thing. 

There was a little shade under her eyes that somehow 
lent them depth. She was very fair, she had not braved 
much sun or wind while at the Point. A pretty shame- 
facedness as she viewed herself lent a delicate rosiness to 
the softly rounded cheek and deepened down to her 
chin, giving it a delicious outline against the white neck. 
There was something intangible that she could not ex- 
plain, that sped through every pulse with a gentle con- 
fusion. 

She put on the blue gown and did not like it. Mr. 
Henderson admired white for women, old or young. 
Mrs. Henderson had white cashmere house gowns, with 
velvet trimmings of various kinds, and she looked like a 
queen in them. 

Millicent came back to a diaphonous white gown. 
Her arms which were beautifully shaped showed through 
the dainty material, her hands were slim and white. She 
was quite pleased with her inventory of herself. There 
was still half an hour — it had been days since she had 
practised the music they both liked. No she would not 
go down-stairs as if she were waiting to receive him. She 
took up her needlework. She could always lose herself 
in that and the music. She liked so to draw the soft silks 
through her fingers, to see the leaves and flowers grow 
under her touch. She liked painting flowers, but it was 
messy work to this. 

How the moments dragged along ! It seemed a full 
bour when the clock struck four. She kept listening 
breathlessly. Five minutes. Ten minutes. What if he 
should not come at all ! 

She experienced the sudden darkness and sense of los- 
ing her hold on everything that one does in fainting, 


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only hers was mental. If he did not come when b)r 
accident all things were so propitious ! She was so con- 
fused she did not hear the light ring of the bell and 
started when Mary stood in the open doorway. 

Mr. Henderson is down-stairs, Miss Milly. He 
asked for you.” 

‘^Yes,” nodding. She run her needle carefully 
through her work and folded it with precision. She did 
not look in the glass again, but slowly crossed the room. 

O,” she cried softly, as he took both hands in his. 

It seems an age since I saw you. Millicent, you are 
growing beautiful.” 

She was glad to be even pretty to him. He was not 
much given to remarking on personal charms. There 
was something in his eyes to-day, a softened look, a far- 
away expression as if he was lost in thoughts of her. 

^^I had not thought to miss you so much. I am 
queer, perhaps. Some things seem to penetrate my be- 
ing, music, now and then a painting. Most women are 
like the colors of a kaleidoscope to me, they come and 
go, you talk society nothings to them, you dance and 
join them at the play or the opera. Their going out leaves 
no vacancy in your life. IVe sometimes wished I could 
take hold of things with the zest of young fellows.” 

There was a wistfulness of expression that appealed to 
her, and yet she was strangely troubled. 

*‘The house has not been the same place. Mother 
has missed you, too. And I have been looking at life 
without you — Millicent, dear, I cannot stand it. There 
have been three days of torture.” 

Her face was scarlet, and then turned to snowy white- 
ness as if she would faint. 

I — I was at fault. You had spoken of going ” 

Her long fringed lids quivered, the curves of her 


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sweet mouth seemed to be tossed about like tiny wind- 
blown waves. with a sudden passion, clasping 

her hands. can’t make plans come about like other 
girls. Honor takes the lead. All the relatives have been 
here, and her friends, and every one agreed upon pleas- 
ures. There was no time. I did try to come. Are you 
very much hurt — angry? ” 

The pleading face was a revelation and stirred the lan- 
guid blood that was circling through his heart. This girl 
could love him, did love him, perhaps. And such a 
kind of love would be a new sensation. All the springs 
of hopeful life had withered slowly away until there were 
only dry stalks. Could they be revivified ? She was not 
one to consider money, the first desire of so many. 

felt a little hurt — yes. And I think mother would 
have liked the trip to West Point. But we remembered 
that it was a family party. We three will go some time, 
and that will make amends. And how is your brother ? ” 
he is curiously changed. They make gentlemen 
as well as soldiers at West Point. He is tall and fine 
looking, with eyes a good deal like mamma, and the rest 
of him belongs to papa. Next summer he will come 
home.” 

And your sister’s friends? ” 

They are — I don’t know why, but I don’t get on 
very well with girls. I sometimes feel as if I were too 
old. And I can’t get interested in the missions and 
homes and the crowds of children needing something 
done for them. It is selfish, I know.” 

He sometimes felt as if he had lived a hundred years, 
or in previous lives. He remarked yesterday some fine 
lines about his eyes. But to associate age with Miss 
' Carew in this almost infantile bloom ! He smiled at 
that. 


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She smiled too, not from any real comprehension, but 
as if she was glad to have it born of his thought, what- 
ever that might be. 

That is a point of likeness between us.” They were 
both standing up and he took her hand again. 
couldn’t do anything in the charitable line but give 
money. Doesn’t Miss Ensign sometimes amaze you with 
all her plans and schemes ? She ought to be a clergy- 
man’s wife. Mr. Howe’s mother has a sort of mission- 
ary scheme to throw them together.” 

‘‘I like him very much,” she said, simply, thinking 
of the evening at Aunt Milly’s when he talked to her ; 
and several times she had entertained him while her 
mother was engaged. 

Better than you like me ? ” glancing intently in her eyes. 
Was it jealousy that stirred Charlton Henderson? 
Curiously unsusceptible, he was penetrated by a spasm 
of ardor, a desire for pursuit if it did not become too 
wearing, a longing for possession. 

Millicent’s face was drenched in scarlet and every fea- 
ture seemed quivering. He felt the throb in the hand he 
held. Drawing her to the divan, he gently impelled her 
to a seat beside him, and in a rush of girlish shame, she 
hid her face. 

I like you very much,” he began, in a soft, bewilder- 
ing, yet comforting tone. ‘‘I want you to love me bet- 
ter than any one in the wide world. I shall try to make 
you. I have been learning the last few days how much 
I should miss you if you went out of my life. You are 
like a flower set in it, like the melody that repeats itself 

at intervals all along the composition. Dear ” 

He could not raise the hidden face without force. 
Her soul had melted in sudden worship, and she was like 
one kneeling at a shrine. 


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We have known each other long enough to dare con- 
fessions,” he said, in a tone that penetrated every pulse 
with a strange sweetness. Will you love me, dear, and 
shed your golden light over my life? ” 

O,” with a long, long sigh. Could I do that ? I 
feel so strange, so helpless, so amazed that you should 
really love me, that you should want me.” 

I do believe I have loved you a long while. I could 
spend all my life listening to your playing, being with 
you, caressing you,” and he touched the soft cheek with 
fingers quite as soft. You will come into my life — let 
me hear you say so.” 

It was such a delight to be wanted, and he had no one 
else but his mother. She felt in some vague mysterious 
way that his mother did not enter into the inmost recesses 
of his life ; the knowledge that to every man his wife is 
the dearest. His wife ! Millicent shrank suddenly with 
the impulse of flight. It was not simply the struggle of 
surrender, it had in it a doubt of that unknown quality,, 
love. 

Millicent ! ” The tone had a slight command in it. 
let me think,” she panted. have not — I do 
not know — I have had no lovers ” 

He liked her none the worse for her naive confession, 
but he laughed softly and drew her to him in a fervent 
clasp. 

Every man likes the first sweetness.” At that mo- 
ment there came back to him a bitter memory that he 
fancied buried fathoms deep. But had he not begun life 
over again ? Men and women were trying on loves 
every day and pulling them off like a discarded garment. 
This girl was not of that kind. 

‘‘Do you want to dream over it and take counsel with 
your own sweet soul ? Let the confession rest there for 


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the present.” He had a misgiving there would be an 
influence against him, and he wanted to rivet his own 
chain so that no other hand might break it and cast it aside. 

You must think of me only, as I shall think of you.” 

I shall think of you. ” There was a delicious tremble 
in her voice, a lovely color wavering over her face, some- 
times creeping up her brow and playing about the roots of 
her hair. Her sweetness and innocence moved him 
immeasurably. An influence stronger than he had ever 
known seemed to uplift him. 

You know so little about love,” and he smiled down 
into the answering eyes. Why it would be an exquisite 
interest to teach her. Life was vapid except in dreams — 
would not this reality rouse him ! 

‘^But I can love,” rather proudly, in a self-assertive 
way, ‘^only — I can’t even like every one. I suppose I 
am different from many girls. O, are you quite sure I 
shall suit you?” and her eyes questioned him with a 
troubled light. 

have seen no one else who appealed to me in the 
sense that you do. Your playing is divine. I could 
listen to it forever. Your reading soothes every pulse 
of my body and steeps my soul in the most delicious 
happiness. I ought to know,” and a satiric smile seemed 
to touch every feature and give a hardness to his eyes. 

I have had girls enough thrown at me this winter.” 

She blushed with a sense of shame for the other girls, 
and delight for herself. To love very few people appeared 
to her a virtue, a kind of pride in one’s own character. 
Her romances were of the isolated sort. 

Millicent.” He kissed her softly on the brow and it 
sent a thrill through her being. Then their lips met and 
he drained the sweetness of her soul. Was it a second, 
or moments, or a whole new life ? 


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The hall door opened. Florence had come home with 
Ter mother whose last call had been upon Mrs. Drayton. 
The eager girlish voice was in the midst of some descrip- 
tion. They passed on up-stairs. 

must go,” he said under his breath. ‘‘My love, 
this is our secret for the present.” He had a fondness 
for hidden knowledge and sweetness. “ Presently I will 
explain. Trust me to do what is right.” 

“O, I trust you,” in protest as if he had doubted it. 

And to-morrow — I shall see you again.” 

He thought a moment. “ No, not before all those girls. 
I couldn’t be polite to them even with you at hand, and 
wishing to have you alone. Can you not make some 
excuse and stay? Mother will plan it.” 

Then he went out softly and there was no one in the 
hall so he opened and shut the door noiselessly. Millicent 
sat for a few moments unable to stir. This knowledge of 
personal love had come so suddenly upon her, yet it 
seemed now that it had been there all the time. Girls 
had been thrown at him. Mothers had maneuvred, for a 
young man with no bad habits and a fortune would be a 
prize for any one. She had not been a great social 
success. Dr. Carew’s daughter had been her passport, 
and she had taken the prize without any trying. Was 
she quite certain of that ? Mrs. Henderson had made a 
pet of her, but other girls had paid court to that lady. 
Ruth Ensign had the informal e^itree of the house as well 
as herself, but she couldn’t imagine Charlton interested 
in the things that were so much to Ruth. There was a 
satisfying elation throbbing warmly at her heart. 

And yet sweet as it was her love seemed a strange 
thing to her. Had she loved him all along in this 
pleasure of ministering to him of the few rich gifts she 
possessed ? 


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Millicent AVhy where is Milly ? ” It was Flor- 

ence’s girlish voice with an accent of surprise. 

She rose slowly, but as she reached the hall the child 
continued — ‘‘No, mamma, she is not in her room. 
Perhaps she has gone out.” 

“I have been down-stairs, Florence.” Her voice 
sounded strange to herself. 

“ O ! and the girls have not come home yet? ” 

“No.” 

“ The house seemed so mysteriously still. Hope and 
I have been reading ghost stories ” 

“ How could Aunt Milly allow you ! ” 

“They were not frightful ones, and they all came out 
as — well real humbugs, not ghosts at all, but from 
natural causes. And Milly in your white gown coming 
so slowly up the stairs you might be a ghost. Let me kiss 
you and see.” 

She hated to have her lover’s sweetness kissed off her 
lips. She had grown selfish already. 

“ Did you have a nice rest, Millicent?” asked her 
mother in a solicitous tone. 

“ O yes.” 

“ And no one come to disturb you ? ” 

Millicent tried to affect an indifferent tone. But before 
she could answer Florence had thought of something else, 
and then the hall door opened again letting in a bevy of 
girls talking and laughing, and trooping up the stairs. 

“Auntie Dell, are you there?” cried Sherburne. 
“ Come and say good-bye, and where is Milly? ” 

“ And I too ! ” Florence sprang and they all met half- 
way on the broad staircase. 

“ O, Sherburne, you will stay and dine with us ? You 
will have time to catch your train.” 

I have something else to do before I start. Thank 


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you for all the pleasant times, Aunt Lyndell,” and he 
kissed her. Good-bye, Flo and Milly.” Then he just 
bowed to Honor. Mary had lighted the hall gas, and 
the mother could see Honor’s scarlet angry face. In the 
hall there were rather gay farewells to the guests, and 
Sherburne was gone. 

Millicent stole away to her room glad now that no one 
would mind her. Dell put her hand on Honor’s own and 
let the other girls pass. Florence ran down-stairs to 
Reese. 

Honor,” said her mother, you and Sherburne have 
been quarreling.” 

Honor’s eyes sparkled and her lips set themselves 
in arbitrary lines. 

^^It is not like you, dear, to resent a little teasing. 
Sherburne doesn’t mean half he says about college girls. 
And you are sometimes very sharp. If you give, you 
ought to take. I hope you have not really offerfded him ? ’ ’ 

Why of course I have.” She gave a strained little 
laugh. ^^But he will get over it. He is a very volatile 
young man, and his self-love is wounded if there is one 
Mordecai at the gate who doesn’t fall down and worship 
him ! ” 

^'But I do not want another Sherburne feud,” said 
Lyndell with a smile that had a touch of reproach as 
well as regret. And he is developing so finely. Aunt 
Tessy takes such comfort in him. We are all so united 
for such a large family.” 

O mamma, don’t take my nonsense to heart.” Honor 
clasped her arms around her mother’s neck and kissed 
her fervently. We need a little spice to keep us from be- 
ing sentimental.” Then she ran away. 

But she wished in her secret heart she had not said 
quite that to her cousin. He had been teasing her, ad- 


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vising her to take on more gravity in her next college 
year. Her open preference for young cadets had stung 
him a little. And occasionally he aired the old-fashioned 
notions of marriage in a manner that she resented. His 
mother was to him an ideal wife. He would learn some 
day that it was the rare wisdom with which she was en- 
dowed and not altogether the domestic virtues. 

‘‘ Why do you worry at me and about me? ” she asked. 
They had strayed into a by-path and were quite alone. 
“I am not counting on marriage. Women can find 
plenty to interest themselves nowadays, and they are 
no longer terrified at the thought of being an old maid. 
Some of the most disagreeable people I ever met were 
old married women who considered themselves informed 
of all wisdom and were quite sure it would perish with 
them.’' 

He had taken her to task for disparaging marriage. 

she cried with a touch of scorn, ‘‘Thackeray’s 
description would suit you — ‘ A humble, smiling, child- 
loving tea-making being.’ There are a few of them left 
in the world. You had better secure one before they all 
vanish.” 

“O, you need not worry about me,” in a rapid, super- 
cilious utterance, a frown settling between his brows. “ I 
am quite capable of choosing the kind of woman I 
want.” 

“ What a relief to know that,” with an insistent gayety 
that had a laugh near it. 

He was too angry to reply and mentally cudgeled him- 
self for not having some sharply bitter retort. 

“After all,” she began in an amused tone, “you men 
are very queer and unreasonable. Why do you drift 
naturally or steer purposely to the gay, volatile, laughing, 
flirting girls with eyes full of mischief and not a serious 


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thought in their brains, and leave the sweet, sensible, 
proper and amiable ones behind ? Think how the but- 
terflies attracted every one at West Point, even to some of 
the grave old instructors. Why Milly was almost a wall 
flower, only Ned Beaumanoir was devoted to her. And 
the rest of us had admirers half-a-dozen deep.^’ 

He half wished he had been devoted to Millicent. Why 
should he swell the train of this provoking, irritating, 
heartless girl ! 

Sherburne, here is a splendid idea; and I won’t 
charge as much as a box of sweets for it. Why don’t 
you fall in love with Milly ? We’re not own cousins, you 
know. She v/ould make you a charming, dutiful wife, 
and that would give back a share in Sherburne House 
and everything would be serene and delightful. Con- 
sider it.” 

He looked at her an instant. His face was white with 
indignation. 

‘‘ I believe Sherburne House was your mother’s gift. 
She never fancied she would have a child who would be 
likely to grudge it.” 

They came out to the end of the path and Agatha 
Losee cried, O, here are the runaways in the midst of 
a heated argument — 

“ ‘ Children, you should never let 
Your angry passions rise, 

Your tempers should as placid be 
As summer evening skies.’ 

Altered slightly to suit the occasion.” 

But it doesn’t suit. It is not summer evening,” 
said Sherburne recovering himself first. 

‘^That is poetic license. Poetry may lend a glamour 
to facts, but I never heard of hard facts improving poetry 


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even on the tombstone. The carriage waits, knights and 
ladies.” 

They did not exchange another word, not even good- 
bye. Honor went to her room, rearranged her hair, put 
on a dinner gown, chatting with the girls in a light-hearted 
fashion. Of course Cousin Edward couldn’t think for 
a moment that she truly meant they would be glad to 
have any right in Sherburne House again. Yet there 
had really been a Sherburne feud when mamma as a little 
girl went to her father’s home. 

But he is so provoking,” she thought, ‘‘imagining 
he knows so much about girls who are not pretending to 
be women, and just care for a good time in the inter- 
mediate stage. Still, I wish I had not said that, and I 
do hope Milly will find a nice lover and marry. He 
wouldn’t suit her at all,” 


CHAPTER XIIL 


IN BEWILDERMENT. 

TV/TRS. HENDERSON’S luncheon was charming and 
most attractive. The rooms were like a garden 
for flowers, and none with a fragrance too overpowering. 
She had not had the draperies entirely removed but in 
some instances delicate summer ones were substituted, for 
she hated the bareness of uncurtained windows. So the 
rooms wore a dainty, homelike aspect. 

She had invited three young ladies beside, and the 
party fraternized most agreeably. She brought out the 
fascinating side of her character, she was young and in- 
terested in their gayety and lightness, listening to the 
West Point episode with a sense of amusement. 

Afterwards they went up to her room, and she took out 
of the safe curiously built in the wall, rare treasures and 
gems she had collected in her journeyings about. 

‘‘It sets one almost wild with envy,” Agatha ex- 
J claimed afterwards. “I suppose they will be donated to 
the lucky daughter-in-law. Honor, do you know Mr. 
Henderson? ” 

“I’ve never seen him,” was the answer. 

“O, he’s been in society most of the winter,” said 
Miss Mains, “and is considered quite a catch. But he’s 
not a regular lady’s man.” 

“ An old bachelor? ” laughed Miss North. 

“No. A young man. Handsome, too, a splendid 
dancer, and up in attractive society ways. Girls have 
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been pulling caps for him,” and even this one, as she 
gave a bright ripple of merriment could recall some un- 
successful attempts she would not confess to her dearest 
friend. ‘‘However, there is the danger of the summer 
girl who is more fascinating than the winter girl.” 

“ But I suppose his mother keeps a sharp eye on him,” 
remarked Agatha Losee. 

“No, she doesn’t. He is altogether a free agent. 
And a splendid catch. He must be impervious to the 
blandishments or he would have been caught.” 

The girls had huddled together and talked in the 
lowest of tones, but Mrs. Henderson had gone down- 
stairs, judging they would like a little gossip to them- 
selves. She had deemed it wisdom that Charlton should 
absent himself, though she guessed at Millicent’s disap- 
pointment by the expectant air that characterized her for 
the first ten minutes. 

She had been generous with her son, though she had 
preferred Millicent for her quiet home-loving nature, and 
the power her playing had over Charlton. 

When she returned they were discussing the dearest 
wish of every young girl — a journey abroad. Miss 
Mains was to go early in July and spend a year. 

“I may go after I graduate,” said Agatha. “Papa 
wouldn’t hear to such a thing before. Three long 
years ! ” and she sighed in half regret. 

Mrs. Henderson helped them to discuss places and 
people, out of the way nooks and art galleries. Millicent, 
she noted, was a little absent, indeed the girl was in a 
curious alternation of half fear and amazement. What if 
he had been merely amusing himself with her credulity ? 
And now she remembered that he had not asked her to 
marry him. Her cheek flushed, thinking of the secret 
between them. And if he was so hard to win as this 


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pretty coquettish Miss Mains thought— had she really won 
him without any effort ? 

They lingered, loth to go it would seem and expressed 
their pleasure in a most cordial manner. Mrs. Hender- 
son was dividing some choice flowers among them. She 
summoned Millicent in the adjoining room for her share. 

‘Mf you could stay,” with tender emphasis. 

*^No — I had better come down some other time.” 
Her voice had a tremble in it. 

I suppose it is best. But I want a whole long day. 
Charlton told me. My dear ” 

She gave the young girl a long, tender kiss. Milli- 
cent ’s heart went out to her with a strange ardor she 
could not understand, a secret knowledge that she could 
make her happy, and a great gladness. 

He will be disappointed. He begged me to keep 
you, he would have stayed, but I was afraid it would be 
embarrassing before all these girls, for a man in love can 
see only one.” 

Yes, I am glad he did not. I should like to remain, 
but- ” 

I understand. When your sister’s friends have 
gone, there will be nice long days or evenings again. 
Child, I do believe I love you. I had thought I should 
never do more than like any one again.” 

Millicent raised her soft eyes with a pleading 
light in them, and it touched the heart of the elder 
woman. 

^‘We had an elegant time!” declared Agatha Losee 
as they found Mrs. Carew alone on their return. What 
a handsome, fascinating woman that Mrs. Henderson is ! 
I was completely carried away. Miss Millicent, have 
you many such friends ? If so, I shall envy you most 
decidedly.” 


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*‘Why, you haven’t been enthusiastic about her, 
Milly, and you certainly are a great favorite. ’ ’ 

Honor looked at her as if she would solve the mystery. 
Millicent colored in spite of her efforts. 

Mamma — you like her — of course ” 

‘^She interests me. When I was a girl, no doubt a 
woman like that would have fascinated me. She is deli- 
cate and well-bred, generous, cultivated and has excellent 
opinions about many things. I wish she really took root 
somewhere. She could do fine work in the world. But 
then — she has traveled about so continually. O, girls,” 
with a radiant smile, ‘‘there is nothing like home and 
home-life and a family to keep one’s heart warm and in- 
terested.” 

“ And she has such beautiful gems and laces, and 
lovely old medallions of emperors and famous women. 
It seems a shame to keep them shut up. But it was too 
bad not to see the young man.” 

“O, didn’t you see him?” asked Mrs. Carew. 

“ No. I dare say the prospect of so many girls fright- 
ened him. There was a Miss Mains who had met him 
at dances, and I half suspected her of having a penchant 
for him. Is he so irresistible, or is it his money ? ’ ’ 

“ Milly, you have seen the most of him, what do you 
think ? ” asked her mother. 

“I — I do not know,” and the young girl seemed busy 
adjusting the ends of her necktie. 

“ O, don’t ask Milly,” laughed Honor. “I doubt if 
she has a coherent idea about any young man.” 

Then they dispersed to plan some other pleasure. 
Mrs. Eric Kenneth came in presently to see if the girls 
did not want to join their Nova Scotian party, since their 
guests were to leave early the next week. 

“Why, that would be just splendid ! ” cried Honor. 


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was thinking what we would do next. Mamma 
doesn’t feel that she can get away until August, the world 
has laid so many cares on her shoulders. And I have to 
lay in large enough stock of pleasure to last me next year. ’ ’ 

Mamma did not see any serious objection. Millicent 
hesitated. 

<^But you may count on me, surely, Cousin Princess. 
I shall be just delighted to take a tour among the blue 
noses.” 

‘^Eric thought it would be so much pleasanter for 
me,” she said. O, I hope you will both go,” and she 
looked longingly at Millicent who colored deeply. 

You were just lovely to think of it,” cried enthusi- 
astic Honor. 

Dr. Carew decided it would be a nice trip for both of 
them. Millicent was aghast at the prospect. Wednes- 
day of the ensuing week was the day appointed. Reese 
was wild to join them also. 

Millicent went to her room early that evening. She 
could not listen to the chatter of the girls and the plans. 
Her future was coming to her in a different fashion and 
her heart beat in a tumult of mingled hopes and fears. 
Was she really loved — was she to be taken to another 
mother’s heart, a heart that was lonely and longed for 
her ? There was a kind of exhilarating joy in the thought 
of the comfort and pleasure she could give. 

Yet something told her this would not be pleasing to 
her parents. But if it was her love and her life ! There 
was a confused and importunate thinking, now on this 
side, now on that, and a tremulous secret joy that only 
one person could share, could understand, she said. For 
it had come to this with Millicent Carew that the love of 
years went up in the balance when this strange new 
knowledge was placed in the opposite scale. 


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She would not go out the next morning. Some word 
might come for her. 

It was not word, but Charlton Henderson himself. If 
she had doubted before she did not when his arms clasped 
her and his kiss was on her lips. 

I wanted you so last evening,” he began in a breathless 
sort of way. came home feeling sure I should find 
you there. O, why did you not stay ? ” 

‘ Ht — it was not best. Y ou see — no one knows ’ ^ 

<‘That is the sweetness of it, like stolen waters,” and 
he gave a soft laugh that somehow jarred upon her. 

Mother told me about your guests. I hate a staring, 
teasing lot of girls. It takes away the delicious bliss 
meant only for two. When one is not in earnest it may 
do very well. I passed them — they were going some- 
where in the trolley, and then I guessed I should find 

you alone. Millicent, you satisfy one. I wonder ” 

^^What?” she asked timidly as he seemed to lapse 
into a dream. 

^Hf you can be satisfied with me as I shall be with 
you ? I am exclusive where I like, doubly so where I 
love. I shall care for no one but you, you to read to 
me, to play to me, us two together always. ’ ^ 

^^O,” she cried in a tremor of delight, ^Hhat is what I 
want. I do not care for other people.” 

am not jealous in the ordinary acceptation of the 
term. If a woman wanted a host at her feet she might 
have them — I should not be there. I could not share 
the sweetness of life with a fluttering crowd whose chief 
appreciation was vapid compliments. What belongs to 
me must belong to me alone.” 

She thought this very noble and exclusive. She had 
really never belonged to but very few people and it 
seemed one of the refinements of a delicate soul not to 


IN BEWILDERMENT. 


2II 


throw one’s regards broadcast. There was a yearning 
desire for self-devotion to the object she loved supremely, 
and this he required. It gave her an anticipation of 
happiness. 

Yes,” he resumed presently, following out a relapsed 
train of thought, ^Tf you can be satisfied with me.” 

‘^Satisfied!” she echoed. Then she smiled into his 
eyes and there needed no further protestation. 

Presently she roused from her heaven of bliss and told 
him of yesterday’s proposal. 

^^But you cannot go,” and he glanced at her with a 
soft, yet curiously decisive light in his deep eyes. 

I do not wish to.” 

am glad you do not. Insist that they shall leave 
you at home. Mother cannot spare you. I cannot 
spare you. I need you. You have the power to help 
me, to keep me from straying into by-paths — not very 
bad or crooked paths — ” and there was a pleading ex- 
pression in his eyes that touched her. 

Hers kindled with emotion. How sweet they were I 
At that moment he loved her \vith his whole soul and it 
seemed as if he could do anything for her sake. The 
pity was that such impressions should be transitory. 

am not very fond of the gay world, society, I 
mean. And you do not care for it. I have learned 
that. We can be supremely happy with each other. 
You are so restful. Your music takes me into a wondrous 
world. If I were weary your reading would rest me, if 
I were ill it would lure me back to health. O yes, you 
are mine in a sense not often understood. We are the 
parts, the complements of each other.” 

Millicent felt curiously inspired. There had been a 
haunting ideal in her mind, though it had not dwelt 
much on marriage, except to think that as most girls 


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married, she should be likely to. She raised her eyes to 
the handsome face bending over her. It had not the 
vigor or purpose of Cousin Sherburne’s, but then he was 
always disputing with Honor, and he had been very 
headstrong in his fancy for Gertrude Maurice, he was 
masterly and could not endure being thwarted. 

She did not understand the weak lines about his mouth, 
the strand in his voice indicating selfishness. She could 
not tell then that he was governed mostly by impulse, and 
that the almost reverent admiration in his eyes would 
have no intellectual strength to sustain her in a dark 
hour. 

Perhaps no one in youth and a first love considers 
much about such things, that after all are born largely of 
experience, though it may not always be one’s own. 
Millicent yielded to the fascination, it was like a strain of 
beautiful music to her. 

Did the fates conspire to befriend her again ? When 
Millicent Carew looked back to this part of her life, the 
beginning that opened like a rose amid subtle fragrance, 
she saw the thorns that had pricked her a little, but she 
had been too full of joy to heed any of the warnings. 

Henderson lingered, saying many fond last words. 

must leave cards for your guests, I suppose,” he 
suggested reluctantly. 

yes,” she answered. She had been half wonder- 
ing if this visit was to be a secret, and the relief was 
manifest in her tone. Of course she could make no con- 
fession at present. 

He laid down the cards. ‘^With regrets,” and a 
peculiar smile played about his lips. That is one of 
the polite fictions of society. I should have had my 
delicious interview spoiled if they had been at home.” 

She flushed and her eyes drooped. 


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213 


You are innocence and honesty, the most delightful 
combination in a woman.” 

One of the pricks came to her, but it was so sweet to 
have him praise her. 

They all met at luncheon and Millicent delivered the 
message, even to the regrets. 

That is too atrociously bad ! ” declared Agatha. A 
morning call, too ! I do want to see this hero who 
passes scatheless through the mazes of attractive girls. 
What a pity we cannot call upon him ! Why that ought 
to be fair play.” 

The others laughed. Millicent felt a strange heat 
about her heart, and its beats came rapidly. What 
ought she to tell mamma ? He had not yet asked her to 
marry him, though that was the certain result of such an 
acquaintance. To claim it beforehand had an un- 
maidenly aspect in her eyes. She was bewildered with 
the sureness of the knowledge, yet she could think of 
nothing to say. They talked over everything with 
mamma. No, not quite everything. Randolph had 
confided his hopes and plans to her and discussed his 
longings, because mamma was opposed to a military pro- 
fession. What if she should not approve of Millicent’ s 
lover ? O, she could say nothing at present. 

Two days later Mrs. Henderson called to see if Milli- 
cent would not drive with her in a coupe. They had 
planned to go to Glen Island. Mr. Ransome had come 
over, and Reese was their most devoted satellite. 

I’ve been so many times,” Millicent said. You’ll 
be just as gay without me.” 

How very devoted Mrs. Henderson is to your sister,” 
commented Annie North. Do you suppose it is woo- 
ing by proxy? ” 

Honor looked amazed at the suggestion. 


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The thing seldom works, I believe. The wives the 
mothers pick out do not suit the young men, and the 
young man’s choice rarely meets his mother’s approval.” 

This was the exception, certainly. Millicent met her 
lover in the park on horseback. He was a fine rider, 
and she experienced an exultant pride. Other mammas 
bowed to him, other girls smiled and looked askance at 
her. A delicate pride quivered through her nerves, a 
sense of distancing the assured girls. 

There was a little ramble for the lovers by themselves, 
and an exchange of the sweet nothings that lend a 
glamour to the days when one is hardly won and stands 
on the brink ready for a delicious plunge. 

‘‘I do wonder if that quiet Carew girl has caught 
Charlton Henderson,” said an observer. They seem 
very much at home with each other. Yet she has not 
been much of a success in society, though her mother is 
so brilliant. And Mrs. Henderson can be very fascinating 
when she chooses. But you always feel a little doubtful 
about her.” 

Her antecedents ? ” 

0 no, they are all right, the riveted links of a long 
pedigree. And the Henderson side is very good. I 
dare say the Carews are sticklers for family and all that. 
Mrs. Henderson affects a becoming sort of pessimism. 
She can afford to with that fortune.” 

The other mother sighed. 

1 believe it is all tied up, some way.” 

So much the better for the wife.” 

Millicent Carew came home so bright and happy that 
her mother wondered a little and was half minded to be 
jealous. Were there too many things in her life and not 
enough nearness for her own? The little breach be- 
tween Randolph and herself was healed, and she had 


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such long loving letters from her son that her heart beat 
with a girl’s joyousness as she read them. 

Millicent sat at the piano playing some sympathetic 
chords when her mother came down. 

I suppose you want to go with Honor and Cousin 
Princess,” she inquired in one of the pauses. 

‘‘No, mamma, I do not. I want to have a little quiet. 
The girls are very nice and amusing and all that, and 
enthusiastic about everything. But I feel in a sort of 
whirl, and do not want to be whirled off again before I 
get my breath.” 

“I shall like to have you stay, dear.” How pretty 
she looked in this soft light ! “We will have a quiet 
time, and then take a journey somewhere. Perhaps papa 
can get off with us. Aunt Milly is to have a cottage on 
the Sound.” 

Millicent leaned her head back on her mother’s bosom. 
She had never loved her so much, she thought, and she 
loved the other mother, too. A sudden impulse rushed 
over her to confess the sweet story. But the next instant 
her tongue seemed dumb and her heart shrank from the 
disclosure. Was there anything to tell ? 

“ Honor will have had a glad gay time. They are all 
wery young in certain ways and will soon get over the 
frolic of life. I know how I used to envy the girls who 
had a joyous time and mothers. There is but one sweet 
youth. I want mine to enjoy it. You must blossom out 
a little more, Milly, sometimes I think you are like a fern 
frond in spring, but you may be waiting for summer.” 

What would her summer be, love ? Lyndell won- 
dered suddenly how love would come to this girl. She 
would not toss the semblance about as girls did so often 
nowadays, but it would be one deep, overwhelming pas- 
sion that would transform her. She could imagine the 


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strong, ardent man who would appeal to her; noble^ 
high-minded, cultivated on many lines, with wide sym- 
pathies and high aims, who was capable of developing 
this slow-blooming nature and could bring it out to an 
exquisite development. 

Millicent was not dreaming of her lover’s moral or 
mental qualities but of his kisses and the dreamy untrans- 
latable glance of his eyes ; and how glad he would be not 
to have her go off with Honor. 

But the merry throng returned, and the dinner-bell 
sounded. 

A day or two later Agatha Losee was put on her train 
to go westward. 

I never have had quite such a good time, and I 
should be inconsolable if it was not for meeting you 
when we get back to our learned prison house. It will 
be time to call it Alma Mater when we have graduated,” 
exclaimed the light-hearted girl. I know I shall make 
my parents jealous singing the praises of yours. And 
when we do meet again what arrears of talk there will 
be!” 

Annie said there were no adjectives left for her and 
new ones would have to be invented to do justice to the 
subject. She should watch West Point going up the 
river and send a message of thought transference to the | 
young cadet. i 

Reese was very outspoken in his regrets, and wished 
they were sisters. It would be so jolly to have a lot 
of grown-up sisters. 

The house seemed very quiet. Honor was busy look- 
ing up the clothes she wanted to take. Every day there 
were Fresh Air Children to get off, mothers with ailing 
babies, and the Little Mothers” who went as they^ 
could be spared. Aunt Millicent was going to the sea- 


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217 


shore cottage and would keep Florence until her mother 
came. Hope Drayton was Florence’s big cousin. She 
was not so much younger than Honor, but Millicent was 
keeping her a girl as long as possible. 

Ruth began to run in and out again. She had been 
rather shy of the college girls. 

For I am years older, you know,” she said in excuse. 

I suppose at Kingsley Hall we were as gay and full of 
fun, but that seems ages ago.” 

The young clergyman took up some of her time as 
well. She was interested in him though she believed it 
was all for his work. 

Millicent Carew saw her lover almost continuously for 
the next few days. He seemed by some intuition to guess 
at the times she was alone, and Mrs. Henderson claimed 
her frequently. She took her driving, she kept her to 
luncheon and left the young people together. Millicent 
forgot all other duties in this mysterious, all pervading 
affection. She was ready to give up all other ties 
for it. 

He had a purpose in thus drawing her entirely to him- 
self. At first he had not felt sure that she could stand 
adverse criticism. She was yielding, even if not con- 
vinced. Circumstances and adroit management had 
given her in his hands to mould. He was quite sure 
there would be some friction, and that Dr. Carew, to 
whom money was as dust in the balance would object to 
him. But now he had set his heart on gaining his point. 
He had come to love Millicent deeply in his own fashion. 
She was necessary to him. He had never met any one 
who ministered to him so delicately, who completely effaced 
self for the time being. She fitted into the dreamy part 
of his life, and that was the most exquisite part to him. 
He liked that mutual repose. She could sit quiet beside 


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him and not torment him with useless questions. She 
was not an exigeant woman, but simply content. 

When he laid his case before Dr. Carew the level 
brows were raised in surprise, the quick, penetrating 
glance was almost like a blow. 

love your daughter,” he said with a pertinacity in 
his tone that warned the doctor he would not let go 
easily. And she loves me.” 

You are quite sure ? ” 

I am positive. She is not a girl to play fast and 
loose. And love with her goes deep, takes her whole 
soul. She has confessed it to me.” 

Dr. Carew flushed. It had gone farther than he sup- 
posed. Millicent in love with this fellow ! That was what 
his thought said. 

So far as social standing and means go, I do not 
see what objection can be made. My father wisely 
planned for a family and I could not impoverish them if 
I would. My income is ample. My mother has been 
prudent and has means beside the income that comes to 
her. At the club they will tell you that I neither drink 
nor gamble. I play cards, but it bores me horribly. I 
take a little wine or champagne now and then — that I 
believe is the extent of my folly.” 

Dr. Carew was amazed at his cool assumption of 
superiority, his satisfaction with himself. He was so 
used to earnest men with purposes to their lives. This 
man was not even a butterfly of fashion, a devotee of 
golf nor a frequenter of games. 

He could not at once formulate his objections as there 
were so few salient points. 

I must discuss the matter with my wife and think it 
over,” he replied briefly, bowing a little haughtily. 

There was no need of discussion to stir up bad feelings. 


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219 


Charlton Henderson would marry the girl presently in 
defiance of any one. But he felt a little vexed since 
society through the winter had not grudged him the 
position he had taken and cared for so little. 

The doctor came in early, rather nervous and flurried. 
Lyndell was at her desk writing letters. She too looked 
as if something had occurred to discompose her, but she 
smiled quickly and then glanced up a little alarmed. 

What has happened ? she asked. 

Where is Millicent ? ’’ 

Gone to drive with Mrs. Henderson and will remain 
to dinner, I wish ’ ’ 

' What do you wish ? ” gravely, and seeing the cloud 
of anxiety settle about her mouth and eyes, he kissed her 
tenderly, knowing she would approve his views. 

I heard a bit of gossip that annoyed me. But I 
shall take Millicent away in a few days. I am afraid I 
have not been as careful a mother as I ought.” 

About — the young man, Henderson ? ” 

Yes. I was congratulated,” in an offended tone. 

He left me a little while ago. He has asked for 
Millicent, and is very confident of her love. ’ ’ 

it can't be. Why I must have guessed ! She 
could not have kept it from me ! She would not. He is 
mistaken.” 

In the estimation of the world it is a good offer.” 

But Bertram, we do not care for the world. We do 
not desire any of our girls to marry for wealth alone. 
1^0, I could not consent.” 

What is your objection ? ” 

I can hardly reduce the chaotic impressions to real 
objections. There is not enough to him. He has no 
steadfast purpose to life, no aims, I was going to say no 
beliefs, I think he has none. He ends a sentence with 


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a doubtful laugh when any intellectual or religious sub- 
ject is under discussion. I always feel that he would 
sneer if he were not too well-bred, or had sufficient energy. 
I do not know about his moral character ’ ’ 

I have heard no detrimental whisper concerning that. 
I wish I could put my finger on something and I should 
know my feeling was not a mere idle prejudice. But 
there is a certain expression in his eyes, in his whole 
face. It is a weak, self-indulgent face, and yet in some 
respects a handsome one. He has more power than he 
uses.’^ 

He has been very much admired, now that I come 
to think of it. And — ” with a critical little smile, he 
has the good opinion of society. He is devoted to his 
mother. I suppose there are many nice girls who would 
be glad to marry him. But I don’t want to give him 
Millicent. I do not think she has come to her full stature. 
She is young for her twenty years. I cannot believe she 
loves him.” 

‘‘I think we are agreed upon the point. I really do 
object to take a man with so little purpose and respon- 
sibility into our family circle. O Dell, dear, are we un- 
reasonable people ? We tried to shake Randolph’s 
determination and now we must admit that he was 
capable of choosing for himself. His real heart and 
ambition is in this profession and no other, while Reese 
with all his fun and wide interest that looks a little like 
unsteadfastness is a born surgeon and will make a fine 
physician. ’ ’ 

<‘But marriage is so different.” 

*^And makes or mars a life. I have seen so many 
disastrous marriages, though I think much is owing to 
the lack of that wisdom that makes the best of a sad 
mistake. But ” — with a smile of rare sweetness that 


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221 


brought back to Lyndell the joy of their early love — 
we want the best for ours. We are not willing they 
shall press up to the highest amid discouragements.'’ 

Surely that is not wrong? ” An apprehensive light 
quivered in her eyes. 

No, we pray for the best always. Did not the great 
examplar do the same — ‘Let this cup pass.’ But we ac- 
cept the will. I cannot consent to this step at once — I 
cannot cordially endorse him.” 

“ But I know Millicent. Even if her feelings are 
somewhat engaged, I am sure she will listen to reason,” 
interrupted Dell. “We have been so full of excitements 
the last few weeks that perhaps I have not kept in touch 
with her as I should.” 

“ And Mrs. Henderson is a fascinating woman when 
she wills. I don’t often wish to turn people inside out 
nowadays, since I meet so many ready to do it for my 
delectation,” and a half smile glinted across his face, 
“ but I would like to know what is in the depths of the 
heart that she doesn’t show. Sometimes she seems very 
frank, but I have a feeling there have been more disap- 
pointments in her life than she cares to own.” 

The carriage stopped. “There is Millicent,” and the 
anxious mother sprang up. 

“Do not question her to-night,” entreated the doctor. 
^‘Let us consider all sides of the subject.” 

Millicent kissed her father in the hall. Her mother 
stood on the upper landing. 

“ I have had a lovely time,” the girl said, briefly, with 
her good-night. 


CHAPTER XIV. 


A PROTEST AGAINST LIMITATIONS. 

ATILLICENT CAREW went directly to her room 
and threw her hat and wrap on the bed. Turn- 
ing, she had a strong impulse to slip the tiny bolt in the 
door to be secure from interruption. She almost knew 
her mother was standing undecided in the hall, she did 
not know there were tears in her eyes at the unexpected 
wound. 

She was bewildered by a sudden fear that had fallen 
upon her ; frightened, too. She owed her mother a con- 
fidence, but had there been anything to tell until now ? 
She had guessed what all the ambiguous sentences, and 
the rapturous love-making meant. She had also known 
since she had been in society that girls sometimes pinned 
their faith to illusions, complimentary admissions that 
meant nothing. Not that she doubted the earnestness of 
her lover, others might deceive, but not this one. Until 
to-night no real arrangements had been made. He had 
not even spoken of a ring. She returned to the old 
specious reasoning, there had been nothing to tell. 

He had confessed his interview with her father, but 
not all its dissatisfaction. His self-esteem had been 
wounded. There were parents who would welcome him 
as a suitor for their daughter, and truly the Carews did 
not stand at the head of everything. Mrs. Carew was 
well off in her own right he had heard, the doctor made 
money with one hand and spent it with the other. 


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A PROTEST AGAINST LIMITATIONS, 223 


There were five children, all yet to be provided for. 
But he was not marrying for money. 

I dare say your people will be loth to give you up,”" 
he said, jestingly to Millicent. And they may think 
because I don’t go into the slums, or start out to build 
hospitals or homes, or rush into business, that I haven’t 
much energy or ambition. To be sure I have not. I 
shall spend most of my time loving you and endeavoring 
to make you happy. What shall we care for the outside 
world?” 

The young face gleamed in happy lights, and the eyes 
shone with tender triumph. The exclusive devotion was 
most enchanting. 

And what if they disapprove — object?” 

Had the little hesitation roused all his ardor ? For 
now he v/as resolved to win her through any opposition. 
An intensity vitalized the hitherto moderate fancy he had 
held for her that sometimes rose to the surface when her 
playing stirred him strongly. He would go through 
anything for her and triumph in the end. The triumph 
would be very much to him. 

‘ ^ Disapprove ? ’ ’ vaguely, and with a startled look in 
her eyes. A sudden misgiving rushed over her. 

My darling, nothing shall part us. I think your father 
doesn’t like me very well, but I am not marrying him,” 
with a short sharp laugh that somehow grated on her 
nerves. How much do you love me? ” 

Her very soul leaped to her eyes and would have an- 
swered him without any words. Their deep softness 
grew deeper, tenderer, stronger. 

I love you!” she cried. could not live 

without you. I should waste slowly away. There would 
be no joy left on the earth.” 

Then we will brave it together. There will be no 


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sensible reason for any opposition. It will be because I 
am a rich man and would rather shower my money on you 
than sow it broadcast in the slums. I will make yours a 
sort of fairy life. We will go to all manner of beautiful 
places together. We will hear all the great singers and 
musicians, and steep our souls in the most exquisite en- 
joyment. We will devote our lives to love and happiness 
to all manner of delights.’’ 

A subtle light burned beneath his drooping lids, his 
lips were wreathed in seductive smiles. The indolence 
of his nature had kindled into a flame that terrified while 
it swept her along into a swift current. She breathed 
the enchanted air of his presence, his light touch thrilled 
all her nerves. Unmanly vehemence would have made 
her shrink from him, this was gentle as a summer sea. 

‘‘I love you,” she said again, with a long sigh. ‘‘I 
shall always love you.” 

I believe you. You cannot give me up if you would. 
For we are parts of each other. We are the two whom 
God hath joined together. My darling. He has brought 
you to me, and you will be my salvation.” 

He did not believe in any God, but he fancied he 
might come to for her sake. She did. He could make 
no stronger appeal to her. He knew now his power would 
outweigh any other love. 

He had driven home with her and kissed her raptur- 
ously before he had said good-night, there in the car- 
riage. She was in a sort of trance and did not want the 
charm broken, not even by her mother’s tender affection. 

No one came to disturb her. She was very wakeful, 
it seemed as if sleeping would be a waste of time. She 
took up a volume of poems, read and dreamed until past 
midnight. Did any girl ever love like this before? Was 
ever just such happiness prefigured to any one ! Youth 


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believes it discovers many things, and learns later that it 
is only they who are new to the discoveries, which are 
world old. 

She wished the next morning she did not have to go 
to breakfast. She had been fed with angels’ food. And 
to meet any one 

Millicent ! ” her mother called after the breakfast 
bell had sounded. 

Yes, mamma.” She stepped into the hall and they 
met. Her mother leaned over and kissed her, but the 
return was perfunctory duty and smote the mother’s 
heart. She knew then how it was with the girl ; and a 
chilly sense of disappointment lay heavy at her heart. 

I think papa is waiting.” 

Millicent entrenched herself behind a curious wall of 
reserve. She seemed that moment two different people. 
The power of Dr. Carew’s daughter had waned in some 
mysterious manner. The new being was enveloped in a 
fine dignity the prerogative of the woman. 

They talked on the safe daily subjects as people do 
when there is a curious agitation beneath. They went 
about the small daily duties, the house was so quiet now. 
A poor woman begged to see Mrs. Carew and laid before 
her a budget of woes and wants. 

Presently the maid brought up a message for Miss 
Carew. The young girl flew down eagerly. It seemed 
an age since she had seen her lover. 

‘‘I have brought your ring,” he said when the first 
greetings were over. A prisoner generally wears some 
sign of captivity. And it helps tell the story. Perhaps 
you had better confess your misdoings, at all events there 
is no need for secrecy.” 

She felt suddenly relieved, and could only answer him 
with a rapturous smile. 


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The ring was a fine solitiare diamond in an elegant 
setting. He slipped it on her finger. 

How could you guess so well?” She pressed it to 
her lips amid a quick rift of color. He kissed it, and 
laughed. 

‘‘That is too precious to be wasted on an insensate 
stone,” he said. “Has any one made you unhappy by 
a single word ? ” 

How sweet the solicitude was. 

“ No. I am glad to tell mamma though. Papa was 
very nice and sweet this morning.” 

“Only a brute or a tyrant would be otherwise with 
you ; ” and his look made the color deeper, the brilliance 
in the eyes more adorable. 

Lyndell did not disturb the lovers. She was in a maze 
of uncertainty, and all unprepared for it. Thank heaven 
there would be years before Honor — was she quite sure 
college would be a bulwark against love ? And yet it 
was the old, old story. A woman was happier in her 
own home, growing up with her husband, growing older 
and richer and grander with the blessings showered upon 
her. O why should she feel so unwilling for her child ! 

Who of all others would she choose if the choice was 
hers? Yet she could not imagine Millicent being a rich 
and fashionable woman, nor a man like Charlton 
Henderson converted to works of philanthropy. To sink 
into a vapid, aimless life would be terrible ! 

There were steps in the hall and the door closed. 
Presently she felt the personality hesitating at the door- 
way, crossing the room, and Millicent’ s slim hand was 
laid on her lap where the diamond sent out its magnifi- 
cent ray. 

Dell reached up both arms and clasped her tightly. 

“Mamma” — tremulously, “I — it is so strange and 


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sweet. I did not suppose any one would care for me 
that way in a long while, perhaps. And Mrs. Hender- 
son is so glad. She has always longed for a daughter. 
Mamma — when you were a girl and loved papa — and I 
love Charlton. I never could love anyone else.” 

The hesitating utterance and emotional incoherence 
touched the mother’s heart. Yet it was hardly fair ta 
take so much for granted. 

Papa was not quite ready to consent,” she said, but 
the kisses robbed her tone of disapproval. <^The ac- 
quaintance has been short — it is not like a family we 
have known for years, and it is best to wait a little before 
settling such a grave subject. Remember it is for one’s 
life.” 

O, we can wait years, but then I should go on loving 
him. I could not help it.” 

Not if he w^ere proved unworthy ? You have known 
him six months, there are six important years we know 
nothing about.” 

Millicent raised herself from her mother’s embrace 
with a gesture that had some stiffness in it. 

His own mother knows about them, I suppose. And 
they can’t have been very wrong or she would not love 
him so.” 

Lyndell smiled at the reasoning. 

Millicent turned her ring around with girlish pleasure,. - 
but there came a set expression about her lips. She had 
no arguments to advance, she loved him and he loved 
her. That was enough. 

want you to be very happy,” said the mother 
softly. I would like to have no misgivings.” 

Why, mamma, I am happy. But if you and papa 
are going to be — dissatisfied — ’ ’ she paused some seconds 
before choosing the word. 


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will wait a little. Engagements are generally 
long enough to learn whether you are suited to each 
other. ’ ’ 

They would not ask her to give him up then ! So 
long as they could see each other — she blushed and 
shrank from the idea of marriage. 

Dell waited for her daughter to pour out all her heart 
in confidence, but none came. She was hurt by the 
reticence, which after all was natural to Millicent. She 
had longed for a mother in her season of being loved. 

Millicent stole out of the room presently. Dell 
occupied herself with letters. Here was Randolph's 
tender, confidential epistle. Yet there had been a little 
hiatus between them. It was healed now and love had 
been perfected by the trial. Perhaps she was too exigent. 
Was it a Sherburne fault she had not outgrown ? And 
here was Honor’s bright missive full of dozens of amusing 
incidents and ardent wishes that mamma was there. 

Millicent sat by her pretty window filled with a box of 
choice blooms and fragrances and caressed her ring, 
lapsing into tender reminiscences and half exultant hopes. 
That he should love her seemed a sort of miracle. That 
he should depend on her for happiness was the great 
surprise and joy of her life. She should be so glad to do 
anything, all things for him. There was no elaborate 
planning in her mind, her love comprised whatever he 
should ask of her. His will would be her delight. 

Dr. Carew felt now that it was difficult to make a 
protest against the engagement, but he stipulated there 
should be no plan for an early marriage. Charlton 
merely acquiesced and kept his reservations to himself. 
Mrs. Henderson came with congratulations of the most 
delightful kind and one could not question her sincerity. 
Dyndell felt herself overborne with the gracious tact, the 


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really flattering regard. At least Millicent would always 
have a warm friend. 

must explain to you,” she said, “that in a few 
months Charlton comes into possession of a much 
augmented income. The real estate is tied up for pos- 
sible children, a wise step on Mr. Henderson’s part. 
The investments have yielded a larger amount than was 
supposed. I have been able to lay by considerable, 
indeed half the income is more than I find use for. I 
love your daughter, and you may feel assured she never 
can come to want. Charlton has no really extravagant 
habits, unless he waxes wasteful over a wife,” smiling 
with infinite grace. 

“ I am not sure a large income is the best thing you 
can give a young man, ” the doctor replied decisively. 
“ He ought to be able to make some effort for himself.” 

“ Are there not enough workers in the world already ? ” 
with suavity and elegant ease of bearing as if she was sure 
of her ground. “Every avenue seems full to overflowing. 
Why is it not wise for those who have no need to stand 
aside, and give place to those who must earn a liveli- 
hood?” 

“ There are other things ” 

“ I am afraid I have not the vanity of most mothers,” 
she interposed in the little pause he made. “He might 
have studied a profession, but as I said before the ranks 
are crowded ; to pursue any of these things in a dilettante 
manner gives no real force to the character, and perhaps 
keeps out a better man. As for business — I shall have 
to admit that Charlton has no real business capacity. I 
should be proud to see him a great railroad president 
following in some of the steps of his father, but he could 
not aim at any such height. He is well educated on 
certain lines, a good linguist, fond of literature, especially 


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poetry, but no genius. Why not let him remain in the 
position he can fill gracefully, a young man of leisure ! ” 

‘‘But it seems — pardon me for saying it — a useless 
life. And the present time is so rich in high purposes 
that money can aid.” 

“Then let him aid them with his money.” 

“But — there is the living and working among our 
fellow-creatures in the healthy sympathetic manner that 
ennobles the worker, as well as he who receives the 
benefit.” 

“But you have had years of rich experience. Dr. 
Carew. Did you understand all these grand motives and 
purposes and plans in your first quarter of a century? 
And may not love develop characteristics that lie 
dormant ? Rest assured that your daughter’s happiness 
will be my study and pleasure as well as his. She may 
have a great influence over him.” 

Was Millicent strong enough in the main characteris- 
tics to exert any decided influence over any one ? She 
would love and be tender, and yield to the present happi- 
ness. After all, was he not asking more for her than she 
really desired ? 

“ At all events,” he made answer gravely, “ there need 
be no hurry. An engagement is considered a very happy 
period of one’s life. And if there are any serious 
differences of character they will find that out.” 

So the engagement had to be acknowledged if it was 
not announced. Millicent blossomed like a rose, but it 
was for her lover mostly. Her mother had some little 
heartaches when she thought of the long years of love 
distanced by this new affection. The girlish timidity 
was waning. Her lover’s presence made a charmed 
atmosphere, and her soul seemed suffused with a 
new-born radiance. 


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‘‘I have a curious misgiving it is not for the best,” 
Dr. Carew admitted thoughtfully to his wife. I have 
no especial ground to go upon. In my few inquiries I 
have heard nothing to his detriment. Are we too 
strenuous, dear, expecting too much of young men ? I 
can see that his mother is right, he has no inborn capacity 
for business of any sort, and there are enough wrecks and 
failures on every side. But when pursuit has ended, 
when the first flavor of possession has worn off, what then 
will come to life ? ” 

Children and hopes and wholesome fears and all the 
mysteries of living,” said Dell. I am going to trust 
about it. He is not the sort of man I would have chosen, 
but if it is right there may be some wisdom we do not see 
now j and if it is not right pray heaven something may 
happen to prevent it.” 

So they joined the Draytons at the pretty seaside town. 
Just a few miles distant was a larger resort and some fine 
hotels. Thither went the Hendersons, this was the 
mother’s plan. Millicent could visit her the more readily. 
She was a little annoyed that the Carews had not 
received the proposal with more enthusiasm. 

But that Charlton loved Millicent sincerely, she no 
longer doubted. She could see the improvement in his 
character. He seemed to shake off the indifference that 
had hung around him for years. He brought out his best, 
and there was cultivation, refinement, a wide knowledge 
on a few lines, a subtle grace that came near to fascina- 
tion. 

‘‘After all,” said Reese Drayton one afternoon as he 
was rambling along the seashore with his wife and Dell, 
“ we must admit there is a great deal of work in the 
world that does not accomplish any true or useful end. 
It is really labor thrown away, perhaps worse. Think of 


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the young men who go in business with a little money of 
their own and a good deal borrowed. For a few years 
they seem to make headway, then comes failure and it is 
the kind and trustful friends who suffer. The man him- 
self has lived, sometimes rather extravagantly, on the 
money of other people. And there are hundreds of simi- 
lar cases. A man builds a house and beautifies the 
grounds, another man buys it and pulls it all to pieces.” 

That was because he had better ideas,” said his 
wife. 

Not better but different. So a new clergyman comes 
to a church and uproots the work it has taken years to 
accomplish. We find it in so many things. There is a 
great waste of good work. I am not sure but Mrs. 
Henderson is right in some of her theories. Lyndell, 
what would you like her young man to become? ” 

Lyndell colored curiously. I do not feel ambitious 
to make him over into anything. I only wish Millicent 
had chosen differently.” 

And what sort of a husband would you have chosen 
for her ? ” 

had not come to thinking about her husband.” 
A pensive smile lingered about her face and deepened the 
expression in her eyes. 

‘AVould you have chosen me for your cousin when we 
first met out in California? Yet I think she has not been 
unhappy with me, and surely she has not degenera^d. 
I was an idle fellow with plenty of money. ’ ’ 

‘‘But you had a good deal of character then. I was 
very young without much penetration, and yet I discerned 
that.” 

“ And I once thought it was a shame that a girl with 
such brilliant parts should be thrown away on the son of 
a country doctor. I had not seen Bertram Carew.” 


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Lyndell had heard this before and it only amused her. 

You see what mistakes we make judging each 
other. ’ ’ 

Yes. I wasnh the brilliant girl.” 

She laughed with some of the old archness. 

Millicent,” to his wife, remonstrate with that heret- 
ical opinion. And — do you really consider money a mis- 
fortune ? ” 

He glanced humorously at Lyndell. 

No, I do not,” she answered seriously. It is one 
of the world’s best gifts when one knows how to use it 
wisely.” 

That I think comes from experience. This young, 
man’s mother has some fine, strong qualities. His father 
certainly had business wisdom, good judgment. The 
provisions of his will show that. Perhaps the youth 
has been a little spoiled, but he is not arrogant, he is not 
vain, and it seems as if somewhere along life these 
stronger qualities will come to the fore. I am a sufficient 
believer in heredity to be quite sure of that.” 

.They caught sight of the young people turning a little 
curve and coming towards them. 

They are admirably matched at all events, and are a 
decided ornament to Nature’s drawing-room, which is 
considered a trying test, I believe,” said Mr. Drayton. 

Lyndell felt at that moment that she was unjust. Her 
daughter’s happy face smote her. Was it not the child’s 
happiness and not her own that was under consideration ? 

She had to admit that Mr. Henderson was well spoken 
of and much admired, a gentleman in culture and be- 
havior. He understood pictures very well if he was not 
an art critic, he was fond of the Italian and the older 
French poets. If he had been a society devotee she 
could have understood him better — it augured well for 


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Millicent that he was not. How many people took the 
vital interest in life that her circle did ? And yet people 
were happy on other lines. 

Was it because Millicent was all sufficient for him that 
he cared so little for the others ? He did not fraternize 
with them when they came down from their northern so- 
journ and joined the party. Honor was full of life and 
glow and eagerness, and much surprised. 

He is hard to get on with,” she said to her mother. 
^‘He doesn’t care for the common little things and the 
fun, but then Milly is different from most girls, or some 
girls, at least. O dear, how funny it seems ! And I 
always thought Milly was the kind of girl who wouldn’t 
marry. She wouldn’t be jolly at West Point when we all 
had such a good time. Annie North is still wild about 
it. But I do think Mrs. Henderson is splendid.” 

She certainly was charming to the younger people. 
She went out with them one day in a pretty steam launch 
over so far up the coast. And then there were wonder- 
ful rides to curious places round about and they un- 
earthed much legendary lore. 

But summer waned. There v/as the return home, the 
getting settled to the ordinary duties, the dispersion of 
those whom circumstances called elsewhere. Honor was 
back at college, Bertram Beaumanoir went to South 
America with a scientific exploring party, Reese Carew 
entered Columbia to his father’s great delight, Hope 
Drayton was a pretty young girl who would make her 
bow to society in the early winter. She and her mother 
were delightful friends. Mrs. Constantine Murray held 
an enviable place in literary and artistic circles, and her 
receptions were considered pleasures indeed. Princess 
Xenneth’s singing was often one of the attractions. 

Ruth Ensign had a very happy letter from Ray Stan- 


A PROTEST AGAINST LIMITATIONS. 235 


wood. At Venice they had, or rather she had an un- 
looked-for episode. She, Ruth, was to read it to Mrs. 
Kenneth and Margaret. 

Do you all remember when I was so ill at Bar Har- 
bor and you nursed me with such tenderness ? Dr. 
Burke was so kind and solicitous. I liked him very 
much, but I couldn’t have dreamed then what was to 
happen even if I had been given to romancing. While 
we were rambling about Germany we met him one night 
at a little inn. He and papa became great friends at 
once. He knew all about mamma’s sad death that seems 
so like a dream to me now. Some relative had left him 
a little money and he had started on a holiday. 

It was very pleasant to have him. We went through 
Switzerland and saw the magnificent Alps, we went to 
Vienna, to Italy, and rambled through dear old towns 
and beautiful cities and unearthed so many old legends 
and happenings. It seemed to me I grew happy by the 
moment, yet I never dreamed there was any other cause 
for it. And a few nights ago the mystery dawned upon 
me with just a word and look. Then after a moment of 
delicious happiness I thought of papa. How could I 
leave him when I was all he had, and his life had so 
many sorrows in it. So I told Dr. Burke I should never 
marry, but he had discussed the matter with papa who 
had given his consent, and he would not listen to my 
making any sacrifice. 

‘Ht is so queer and strange and delightful. 1 had re- 
signed myself to being the Sherburne old maid in my 
generation of cousins, but single women have come to 
be of so much consequence nowadays that it didn’t seem 
an uncomfortable destiny. Yet love is such a splendid 
thing, there is nothing in the world like it. 

‘^Dr. Burke is to go to a pretty town not far from 


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Boston where an old cousin of his father’s wants to give 
up practice and have him take it. But oddly enough the 
old gentleman told him he must look up some nice girl 
and marry her before he came. And when we met that 
first evening he made up his mind at once. He is to re- 
turn in the late autumn, but papa and I will finish out our 
year. There are still so many places to visit. It has 
been such a happy year.” 

Auntie Dell had a letter also and rejoiced over Ray’s 
promising future. Mrs. Kenneth felt that she had 
known Dr. Burke very well and could truly congratulate 
Ray Stanwood on her prospects. Love had come to her 
when she could very truly appreciate it. 

O, the chances and changes to life ! Lyndell remem- 
bered when Ray’s mother had so carelessly left the child 
in her charge and gone her selfish way. There had been 
sorrows in the girl’s youth but she had taken the trials 
with a courage that had developed her character nobly. 

Dr. Carew had withstood the pleading of the Hender- 
sons for an early marriage. Charlton was vexed, and the 
opposition made him the more resolute to gain his point. 
Lyndell felt, with a pain only a mother could experience, 
that her daughter was being weaned away from family 
interests. She performed her daily duties and made calls 
in a perfunctory manner. What a delight Princess’ en- 
gagement had been to the family ! Even Pearl had not 
lost interest in her cousins, but wrote charming letters, 
and was counting on Ray’s visit to Paris. But Millicent 
withdrew into herself, and seemed not at all inclined to 
share her joys with any one but her lover and his mother. 
He took his rights in an imperious sort of manner ; while 
the tender, graceful assertions of authority over Millicent 
captivated her, since youth inclines to an exercise of 
power. 


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The Hendersons were stopping now at a hotel. Charl- 
ton had planned to go abroad again, and Millicent was 
delighted with the prospect of having her lover-husband 
for a guide. Mrs. Henderson resigned her son so gra- 
ciously to the young girl, indeed had grown so fond of her 
that there could be no cause for jealousy. Millicent could 
not but be flattered by the regard so plainly shown and 
the favors lavished upon her. 

Lyndell felt the loving, hearty family aflection was 
gone, and, in her mind, consented to an earlier marriage. 
But both Randolph and Honor were growing nearer in 
her heart and life. Her son was looking at the future in 
a large, comprehensive manner. Honor was gay and 
bright and full of ambition, but little longings for home 
cropped out that comforted the mother's anxious heart. 


CHAPTER XV. 


NOT WISELY, BUT TOO WELL. 


YNDELL CAREW came in late one afternoon^ 



wearied, and her buoyant spirits depressed with 
failure in an attempt to regenerate a household that had 
seemed to her at first a promising case. Work had been 
provided. A new home, both tidy and pleasant, had 
been found. The eldest girl, barely sixteen, had been 
snatched from impending danger. 

To-day she had found the father in a drunken stupor 
on the floor. The girl had renewed her companionship 
with her admirer and gone to live with him. There were 
four younger children. The mother had just been to a 
second-hand establishment to dispose of some garments 
for bread. At best she was a listless, indolent sort of 
person, with no steady mind of her own, but swayed by 
every passing impulse. 

The house was so still. Grandpapa had been in Vir- 
ginia for several months. Florence had gone to tea with 
a schoolmate. No merry voices greeted her. Jean 
Ingelow’s pathetic lines ran through her mind — 


<‘To bear, to rear, to lose.” 


Was she beginning the losing pathway, an autumn-time 
of life when hopes fell and faded like the leaves, some of 
them not yet ripened ? She had counted on the joys and 
satisfactions increasing, she had also counted on the work 
of her hands prospering. Had she been remiss anywhere ? 

The maid tapped at the door. 


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239 - 


^‘Mrs. Henderson is down-stairs/’ she said. 

Lyndell nodded. 

She felt worn and faded as she glanced at the fresh, 
well-kept face in its middle-aged magnificence, its elegant 
French toque and the soft, fluffy boa that nestled about 
the chin. Was not this woman taking the best of life 
with a clear conscience ? Deli felt a little irritated at the 
sumptuousness. 

am glad to find you alone,” she began when the 
first greetings had passed. “1 have some tidings that 
will surprise you as much as it did me. My son was fain 
to come and explain the matter, though it was their in- 
tention to keep it a secret for some time. A little 
incident roused my suspicion at luncheon, and I taxed 
him with it afterwards. He confessed.” 

You do not mean ’ ’ Lyndell turned deadly pale, 

and her tongue refused to frame the rest of the sentence. 

mean that these foolishly romantic young people 
have taken the affair into their own hands. They were 
married privately yesterday afternoon. They affect to 
consider it only a very sacred betrothment, and now that 
they are sure of each other, they are willing to do penance 
by waiting any length of time for a public announcement. 
I do think my son was afraid something would happen at 
the last to prevent. He is very much in love. Perhaps 
I have never done him quite justice. He is not fickle, 
but, on the other hand, he seems to have cared very little 
for the fair sex.” 

Married ! That her own child could do this ! 

My dear Mrs. Carew, now that this has happened, let 
us see how we can present the best face to the world. I 
will take the blame on my son. I think he overpersuaded 
Millicent, and his intention was to have a public marriage 
later on. She is very sweet, and adores him. I cannot- 


240 A SHERBURNE ^INHERITANCE. 

tell hovv young people feel in these matters. I never had 
any real girlhood or lovers. My early years were spent 
with two ailing old people, and Mr. Henderson was very 
much my senior, but he made me a most generous hus- 
band. I was sorry when Dr. Carew insisted upon a long 
engagement, but I tried to keep Charlton resigned. The 
combination of influences has failed, it seems.” 

can hardly think ! ” Lyndell’s voice broke with 
agitation. She felt weak and sick. What do you pro- 
pose? ” 

propose — nay, now I insist upon a second public 
marriage as soon as possible. The other was performed 
by some obscure East Side clergyman. They have a 
certificate — I have it with me. We have talked a little 
of a journey to the West — around the world, perhaps; 
but Charlton would not go without Millicent. It will be 
pleasant and instructive for them. Of course I shall be 
with them. O, Mrs. Carew, you need not fear that your 
child will ever lack any comfort. I have come to love 
her very dearly. You, in your plenitude of affection, can 
hardly understand what this is to me.” 

There was a perceptible fall to the pleading voice that 
touched Lyndell Carew ; and gave an impression of the 
utmost sincerity. 

am so bewildered. Dr. Carew must be consulted,” 
she gasped tremulously. 

You must see that my plan will be best. There can 
he no scandal, no mysterious suggestions. And if there 
should be children, everything must be above suspicion 
for their sakes.” 

‘‘O, thank you for your thoughtfulness. Yes — I 
think your plan is the only proper one. And you are most 
kindly in not being vexed. I know you love Millicent. 
I know you will care for her ’ ^ 


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my life’s end,” returned Mrs. Henderson, sol- 
emnly. You know there will never be any want in her 
life, that simply cannot come. And if my son should 
turn out a spendthrift, which is hardly likely, I should 
have enough to share with her. If he should not live she 
would be my most sacred charge. O, you must have 
that confidence in me ! ” 

The voice rang true as steel. But had the mother any 
fear of her son ? 

do believe you, do trust you.” She had never 
been impressed with Mrs. Henderson’s perfect sincerity 
as now. She raised her eyes with unspeakable pathos in 
the thought that another should plead for her daughter. 

^^Will you and Dr. Carew consider this and decide 
soon ? Plead for the young people that he may not be 
too indignant. If I talked an hour I could only repeat 
what I have said. Young, ardent lovers have done this 
before. It is no new step. And since it can be so 
easily retrieved there will be no use in bruiting abroad 
any dissatisfactions. ’ ’ 

O, no, no. And the world at large will consider 
Millicent a very fortunate girl. I am well aware of that. 
Only — it does not begin well. O, I fear the end ! ” 

think neither of us pin our faith largely on the 
world’s verdict,” Mrs. Henderson replied with a little 
bitterness. Then she rose. ^^Had I not better keep 
Millicent to-night?” she added softly. 

Yes,” answered Dell with a moment’s consideration. 
She shrank from seeing her, she shrank also in her inmost 
heart that it should be so. But she wanted her husband 
alone in this first sorrow. 

‘‘ She begged me to make peace. Although I do not 
think the matter wears the most serious aspect to her. 
She is true enough not to take such a step if she had not 


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been engaged with your consent. And I think now if 
you were to insist upon a year’s waiting before the mar- 
riage was acknowledged, she would consider it her duty 
to obey.” 

‘‘Perhaps we had better have consented,” returned 
Lyndell v/eakly. 

She went slowly up-stairs with a crushed feeling at her 
heart as if her strength was ebbing fast away. O how 
glad and happy she had been when the twins were born. 
Three years she and Bertram had had each other alone. 
Had they been perfect years ? They had learned many 
things about each other, they had learned the grand 
patience that waits on development of character. One 
cannot go easily out of the circle of human experience, 
and always there was something new to attain. God held 
it all in His hand. He had allowed this. There was 
some lesson in all the events of life. 

The doctor did not come in to dinner. She and Reese 
were alone. Would this eager, honest, ambitious boy 
disappoint her by and by ? What a responsibility every 
relation in life was ! Children began so joyously. There 
was so much love and hope, such confident waiting. 
And then the years of satisfaction or disappointment. 
Might not something sweet and noble grow out of the 
disappointments even ? 

She listened to the proud and merry chat. Reese was 
a very thorough boy. The lessons, the ball club, the 
gayety and fun, the Latin verses, the curious facts he had 
picked up in reading. He thought with a sort of tender 
son-like delicacy that she was lonesome — that was the 
way he translated her gravity, and he was trying to enter- 
tain her. 

Then he went off to his lessons. Sometimes a guest 
or two or three dropped in, but to-night she was left to 


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245 


solitude and her own thoughts. Then Florence came 
home full of childish brightness of the good time she had 
enjoyed. 

Mamma — don’t you suppose I could have a party 
sometime? ” she asked eagerly. 

Why, yes, dear,” with a little slowness that was not 
hesitation. 

O you delightful mamma. We were talking it over. 
There are four girls who can have parties, and I make 
five. One is to be Christmas eve, Ethel Blake’s birth- 
day. Why it will take most all winter ! ” 

She danced around on one foot. Presently there 
would be only this little girl in the home circle. 

‘‘There, you must run to bed. See how late it is. 
getting.” 

There were kisses and kisses. She was demonstrative 
like Honor. And she recalled the fact that baby Milli- 
cent had always waited for caresses, not proffered them. 
How many odd little things she remembered to-night, 
just as mothers do when their children are dead. 

The hall door opened and steps were on the 
stairs. She came to the doorway and went at once to 
her husband’s arms and heart. 

“Dell, dear; ” for all the hours of sorrow gave way 
to a flood of tears like a rushing stream. 

She Avas not a crying woman. Some wound must have 
gone deep. Word would have been sent to the office if 
it had been sudden illness — 

“My darling, Avhat has happened? You are over- 
wrought, tired perhaps. I wonder if you do not take too 
much of the world’s care on your shoulders? I shall, 
have to look more closely after you.” 

“ O Bertram ! ” in a broken, sobbing voice. 

He led her into the room. The light was turned low,. 


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and the pink-tinted globe gave a sort of happy glow, as if 
it must dissipate sorrow. His day had been trying, and 
an hour ago he felt he must drop into bed, half dead with 
fatigue. The crisp air had freshened him a little; his 
wife’s sorrow made him suddenly alert. 

What is it, Dell ? ” 

He seated her on the lounge and raised her face. The 
paroxysm of tears was over. 

^^Mrs. Henderson came in with strange tidings. You 
would not think Millicent could do such a thing ! She 
is married. She was Charlton Henderson’s wife when 
she came home yesterday afternoon.” 

For a moment he could not speak. Then he said, in a 
low ; choking tone — Are you quite sure ? ” 

Lyndell was calmer then, and told him the story as she 
had heard it, and Mrs. Henderson’s proposal. 

^^That is right and best. But — Milly ! Pray heaven 
she may never repent. Perhaps I wrong the young fel- 
low ; after all, there are hundreds like him, with no 
especial aim to life, even among those who are compelled 
to earn their living. Have we the sure right to the very 
best?” 

She had asked for the very best with an insistent 
prayer, since prayer is the soul’s sincere desire. And 
this had come in its stead. 

have had a curious feeling that in some of the 
earlier years he had been intemperate. I hated to ask 
his mother. If one has sinned and repented, it is cruel 
to drag all the old things out to light. I did ask her once 
if she knew of any reason why he should not marry a 
sweet, pure-minded, innocent girl, and she declared there 
was none. He despises any show of drunkenness. That 
is honest, I am quite sure, for he is no temperance fanatic, 
as reformed people often are. He has a good deal of 


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power over Millicent. Lovers generally do have, I believe*- 

I once persuaded you to a step ’ ' 

There was a smile that did not get leave to come out 
through the sadness. But Lyndell felt it. 

^^It is curious,” she began after a pause, ^‘but you 
remember my own father made a private marriage. I 
think mamma must have been sweet and lovely, but it did 
bring about a good deal of sorrow.” 

Everybody is consenting to this. And whatever 
comes, I feel assured she will have a friend in Mrs.- 
Henderson. There will be no poverty, and rail at 
wealth as we may, ills are easier to bear when money 
stands back of them and keeps the wolf from the 
door.” 

could not bear to have her suffer. Honor could 
fight with a hard fate, but Millicent would be discomfited 
and yield.” 

We cannot tell what lessons are necessary to the per- 
fection or even the development of character. Only God 
sees that and knows the end from the beginning.” 

But — surely He did not send this ! The secrecy, the 
deception — the disobedience, for it has been that. They 
had only to wait a little while. Perhaps by spring we 
would have consented.” 

like Mrs. Henderson's plan,” Dr. Carew said 
presently. He could not answer Lyndell’ s question. 
There were things God allowed — for the hardness of their 
hearts.” Where there is property tied up to another 
generation, it is best to have everything so that it can be 
easily and legally proved.” 

I could not endure the mortification,” Dell said, hon> 
estly, while a quick color flushed her pale face. 

^‘We will arrange it to-morrow. And now, dear, da- 
not fret over it. I have a feeling that somewhere along: 


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:246 

the years our child’s real soul will come back to us, 
broadened and enriched by the experience.” 

But I feel sometimes as if I had been careless and 
neglectful of my child’s true welfare. I did not under- 
stand her, I do not now. She was rather backward, she 
has cared so little for what interests most girls. It seems 
to me, with her qualities, she should have been a student 
or a genius, and she is neither. Mrs. Henderson has 
brought out some dormant traits, but whether they will 

be her best, or for her truest welfare ” 

My dear, now we must accept. We will try and not 
mar their happiness by too many moral strictures. I am 
more than sorry Millicent could be a party to any decep- 
tion. When we are able to train minds so as to create a 
true moral perspective, these things will cease to be. But 
I am afraid each generation must learn by its own 
experience.” 

am glad you do not blame me,” she said ten- 
derly, clasping his hand. O the consolation of his loving 
strength ! 

I am not going to blame you or heredity. We will 
not even call it a Sherburne Inheritance.” 

He did smile a little then, and comforted her only as a 
true, strong love can comfort. 

The next morning he had an interview with Mrs. 
Henderson and his prospective son-in-law. 

‘^We meant to wait for the regular marriage,” the 
young man declared a little sullenly. ^^This was purely 
ci, betrothal. It made us both sure of the future. How 
did I know but you might withdraw your consent? ” 

Not after my word had passed.” 

Millicent was sent home to her mother, who dreaded 
the first few moments of the interview. 

Lyndell Sherburne v/ould never have done just this 


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247 


thing. She might have defied and had her own way be- 
fore she came sincerely to understand the better way. 
But she was courageous and not very yielding. 

Millicent’s fair face flushed a little. She went straight 
to her mother. 

mamma,” in a sweet, deprecating tone, am 
sorry Charlton should have been so foolish before his 
mother and made this trouble. We were not to consider 
it a marriage at all, but just a solemn promising to each 
other that could never be broken. I should have been 
true, for I could not have loved any one else ; but he was 
afraid papa would persuade me to give him up. We did 
mean to wait a year, and then he would insist. Why 
doesn’t papa like him?” a vague line of annoyance 
settling across her forehead, a protest in her eyes. 

‘^But, my child, the deception ” 

We did not mean it for deception.” Her tone had 
grown tranquil. There are often secrets between people 
that are not deceptions.” 

What sophistry had crept into the young girl’s mind ! 

A mother has the right to her child’s confidence.” 

Lyndell looked intently at her daughter. What fine 
moral trait was lacking ? 

Mamma,” with great reluctance — '^how could any 
one confess all a lover says ? Did you when you were a 
girl? And when you have given your whole soul to 
one ” 

^^Not all he says, dear. That is sacred between the 
two. But she ought not listen to any persuasion of 
wrong-doing, anything she thinks her parents would not 
approve. ’ ’ 

But we did not mean it for wrong or harm. If I 
gave him up it would spoil all my life. If I had to do 
that I should like to go into a convent. Mamma — sup- 


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pose some one had insisted you should give up papa ? 
We were going to wait patiently.” 

Was there any use reasoning ? The gentle clinging to 
her own opinion — the other opinion that ruled hers, with 
an obstinacy that could not be shaken convinced the 
mother. She sighed gravely. How had she lost the 
firm sense of right ? 

O mamma, don’t be unhappy about it,” Millicent 
pleaded. *‘For if you would rather, we will let things 
remain as they are, and wait the year. It will not be so 
very long, two months have gone already. You know 
now we shall be sure of each other. It was the little un- 
certainty that made it so hard to bear.” 

‘^Then we will try to make it easier for you. There 
really is no need of delay.” The mother’s voice was 
suddenly firm. 

‘*0 mamma, now you are lovely ! ” She came and 
kissed her fondly. But there was no appeal for forgive- 
ness. 

‘^I hope you will be happy, very happy,” said the 
mother over a great throb in her heart. 

we shall be,” replied Millicent. ‘*And much as 
Charlton has traveled he has not been round the world. 
Think of such a journey ! And I have seen so little ! ” 

She had meant by and by, next summer perhaps, to 
take both her girls and share their joy over the delights 
of the old world, the pictures, the quaint towns, the 
music, the old historical places. She was being shut out 
of this life with a careless sort of joy that sent a pang to 
her heart. There was only acceptance. 

One soon adapts one’s self to the inevitable. The two 
mothers arranged the marriage, neither being very joyful. 
But Mrs. Henderson had experienced some fears. 

There is no need of an elaborate trousseau,” an* 


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nounced Mrs. Henderson. ^^Let it be a church wedding 
with a handsome gown, and that she must leave behind. 
She will need a plain traveling dress, and a pretty one. 
A silk gown if there are any occasions, and the rest one 
can buy. It is not a good thing to be hampered with too 
much baggage.” 

Any other woman but Lyndell Carew would have felt 
flattered at the commotion the wedding announcement 
created. Congratulations and gifts poured in. There 
were envyings and heart burnings. That this quiet 
girl who had been scarcely a year in society, and not 
greatly noticed, should carry off the prize was a matter 
of amazement. 

Millicent was full of interest and blossomed out like a 
rose. The real reason for the sudden change was locked 
in the hearts that still suffered from the pang. Not even 
Millicent Drayton was taken into confidence, though 
Dell longed intensely for her sympathy. Grandpapa re- 
turned, Aunt Tessy and Uncle Leonard came up, but 
Sherburne sent a handsome gift. Honor stole three 
days from her busy life, astonished beyond measure at 
the tidings. 

I suppose it is being in love,” she said to her mother. 

Milly has grown mysteriously into another person. She 
never was an effusive girl, perhaps more demonstrative 
to grandmamma than any one else, but never taking a 
wide interest like volatile me. I should call her a little 
cold, a little narrow. That comes from college training,” 
and an arch gayety hovered about her lips. You get 
used to exactness. Not that she is any less dear to me. 
But she has suddenly unfolded into a woman. There is 
a peculiar dignity, she seems to know her own mind, she 
has an air of authority. It is very queer for retiring, in- 
different Millicent. But I notice her thoughts and wishes 


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and plans are Mr. Henderson’s. She seems too much an 
echo of him, but perhaps that is so with a girl very much 
in love. O mamma, am I unkind ? ” 

She clasped her arms about her mother’s neck and laid 
her glowing cheek to the other that was a trifle pale. 
Would this girl come to love another so wholly some day 
that the mother would be crowded out? 

Mrs. Henderson does love her very much, so she 
won’t have the trial of a jealous and selfish mother-in- 
law. And it is evident that Mr. Henderson adores her, 
though somehow I rather doubted him in the summer. I 
like him and I don’t like him. He seems to have two 
characters. He drops into indifference so easily. But 
I am not sure first impressions are to be implicitly relied 
upon. One of our best and bravest teachers I did not 
like at first. We all decided to make her life a burthen. 
What hateful things girls can do without going out of 
bounds ! ” 

Honor raised her head suddenly, and there were tears 
shining in her lovely eyes and a flush on her cheek. It 
was a proud, sweet face. 

‘^We heard her brave and sorrowful story, and now 
the girls are wild about her. So I hope we shall all 
come to like Mr. Henderson ever so much. And it is 
splendid to think of going round the world and seeing 
everything and having whatever you wish for.” 

‘‘We hope she will be very happy,” returned the 
mother. Why could they not have the faith that all was 
well and would go well. 

Millicent was extremely sweet and grateful, and this 
gave a little pang to I.yndell’s heart. That the private 
marriage was anything to regret when it had brought 
about so satisfactory an ending, seemed strange to her. 
In her mind it was as she had said, a sacred be- 


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trothal. When the time came they would be publicly 
married and keep their secret. It was just between the 
two. 

In truth, most happenings seemed between the two. 
Dell wondered if she had ever gone through this utterly 
exclusive stage of love-making ? What Charlton did and 
thought and said was Millicent’s guide in everything. 
Her mother gave up any attempt at reasoning. 

Yet she had to admit that Charlton Henderson carried 
himself well and without any undue elation. He would 
never drop into the familiar relations that had character- 
ized the Sherburnes and Beaumanoirs. Then she be- 
thought herself of her girlhood — no, the Sherburnes had 
not all the virtues, nor had they escaped many of the de- 
fects of human nature. And when tears came to her eyes 
she tried to smile them away. 

The wedding was one of the events of the season. 
The bride looked lovely in her wedding gown, and more 
than one was surprised to find her a really pretty girl 
with the promise of a splendid air and figure. Mr. Hen- 
derson looked his best, was both proud and handsome, 
and Dr. Carew gravely gave away his daughter. 

Millicent herself had protested against a reception. 
The marriage was at high noon, there was a gathering 
of the family, warm congratulations, and Millicent 
donned her elegant traveling gown of gray, her favorite 
color. There was a sort of cheerful confusion and little 
real opportunity for sentiment. They were all to go to 
the train that was to start at three. 

At the station there was quite an ovation. Friends 
and acquaintances wished them all manner of good for- 
tune. Then came the sudden parting good-bye kisses, 
the final wrench, and Lyndell Carew felt that her first 
born daughter had gone out of her life forever. Would 


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she even ever see her again ! A year or two was a long 
while. Her heart seemed in an icy chill that even her 
husband’s tenderness could not dispel. She was glad so 
many of the friends were there and that they could talk 
cheerfully of other things. Many of the weddings had 
been joyous events; and this had an outward satisfac- 
tion. 

Honor half echoed this thought. Nora Mallory had 
been speaking of her own, and that seemed indeed a long 
while ago. 

feel almost as if I belonged to the other genera- 
tion,” she said laughingly. Hope,” to her pretty half- 
sister that she was extremely fond of, ^^you must be 
married in the old church at Ardmore. City weddings 
in churches seem kind of grand and stiff, and miss the 
real heartfelt joy of the old neighbors who knew your 
mother and your grandmother, and had wished them joy. 
There will be Aunt Tessy’s girls to get married 
there ” 

‘‘Don’t put such nonsense into their heads,” laughed 
Judge Beaumanoir. 

“It is a sweet sort of nonsense,” said Honor. “A 
pretty old country church where generations have been 
wedded. I’d like to be married there myself if I found 
any one brave enough to undertake me.” 

“ There was some one brave enough to undertake that 
wise young Daniel, Portia,” said her uncle with twin- 
kling eyes. 

“ I shall never be as wise as that. Papa will not let 
me study law, nor medicine.” 

“If you are wise enough to love some one when the 
right time comes ” 

“Or wise enough to lead a happy, useful life,” said 
Aunt Millicent in the pause. 


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<^Aunt Tessy, why didn’t Sherburne come?” asked 
Honor, suddenly remembering something that brought a 
flush to her face. 

O, I think — ” she glanced at her husband — sup- 
pose both of you could not leave very well ? ’ ’ 

Florence was sitting on the broad arm of his chair, 
showing him photographs of her schoolmates. 

^^Why — he didn’t seem inclined to come,” returned 
the Judge without raising his eyes. 

Honor had a rift of thankfulness that her sister was 
married. She had really not meant anything by her an- 
gry taunt to Sherburne in the summer. Of course he 
had not cared for Millicent, she had a lover then, but he 
had not even said good-bye to her. Last year he had 
written her some teasing, amusing notes. She knew he 
could have come for one day. Was he very angry with 
her? But then Sherburne indulged in fits of temper, 
only, she was sorry she had made any allusion to Sher- 
burne House. 

What are you considering so intently that it makes 
lines in your forehead? ” asked Dr. Carew, placing his 
hand caressingly over Honor’s shoulder. 

I was repenting of some old naughtiness,” in a gay 
tone, flushing in spite of an eflbrt. 

He kissed her tenderly. ^^Papa,” after a pause and 
in a whisper, you do think Millicent happy ? ” 

‘^She thinks herself very happy, which is more to the 
point. We hope it will last all her life through. But 
I take pleasure in thinking I shall keep you three years 
longer. ’ ’ 

^^And perhaps more than that,” smilingly, as if it 
might be a cheerful thing to do. 

Several days elapsed before the Beaumanoirs returned 
home. Letters from Bertram had been quite delightful. 


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Judge Beaumanoir was very happy in his sons and 
daughters. 

Whether he surmised that Lyndell had some secret 
dissatisfaction or not, he was most tender and sympa- 
thetic j and touched her heart by little comforting sen- 
tences. Tessy felt that it must be a loss, and really 
wished Honor was at home to grow up by the side of her 
mother. 

So the worst week was tided over by the sweet offices 
of friendship, and the consoling tenderness of her hus- 
band. 

If I could be sure all would go well with her,” the 
mother sighed. 

‘^My dear, we must leave that to God. We cannot 
peer into the future. When we have done our best ” 

But did I do my best ? I think of many little things 
now ” 

We can always think of these,” he interrupted kindly. 

But it is our conscientious intentions, and not always 
the results. How much sin and misery might be saved 
in this world if every one knew at a glance, and did his 
best ! There would be no mistakes — we should soon 
have perfection and that is not promised here.” 

There were other weddings, and many gayeties. 
There were enjoyments, too, of the more solid order, and 
these roused Lyndell from her mood of introspection. 
Her nature really was too buoyant to be long depressed. 
Letters came from the travelers. Millicent’s were full of 
the delights of journeys of which she had had very few. 
The beautiful cities, the glowing land of the far West that 
had sprung up as if by magic in a half century, the traces 
of the older civilizations that seemed to transport one back 
to the days of the Spaniard, the magnificent scenery over- 
flowing with tropical color and richness rendered Milli- 


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255 


cent really eloquent with her pen. She wrote as if 
pervaded with joy ; and her mother’s misgivings were 
at rest. 

It was only a little while before the house was joyous with 
the glad voices of youth. Was it really summer again ? 
The soldier lad came home much elated, having passed 
examinations triumphantly and obtained his furlough. A 
fine sturdy fellow with honor and uprightness in every 
line of his face, gay too, with the unflagging spirits of ' 
youth, that it was plain to see had not been trained out 
of him with any severity of discipline. 

O mother, how good it is to be at home ! ” he saidV 
joyfully the very first evening. Don’t plan any 
journeys or pleasures that will take us away. I just want 
to roam about the rooms, to see the familiar faces and 
take in enough love and happiness to last the next two- 
years.” 

Lyndell smiled up at her tall son. O, what a delight 
to have this eager, unfeigned love. How many traits 
she found like his father, and she counted them over with 
one of the sweetest joys she had ever known. If the 
other love returned to her with the blessedness of this ! 


CHAPTER XVI. 


THE THORN THAT PRICKED HONOR. 

^T^HERE were so many things to talk about. 

Letters are very good, delightful when there is 
nothing better to be had, but I’d like to hear it all over. 
How did Milly look in her wedding gown ? And what 
is her husband like? To. think of Hawaii and Japan, 
and India ! Why, mamma, we shall be mere nobodies 
when she comes home I Some time I hope to have a little 
of that splendid opportunity ; ’ ’ and Randolph Carew 
laughed joyously. 

‘‘You will have to marry a rich wife, or what is better 
have a rich mother-in-law,” declared Honor, with a 
mischievous smile. 

“ And about those girls who came up with you ? The 
taller one seemed to make a deep impression on some 
susceptible hearts.” 

That’s Miss Losee. And the other — Annie North — I 
am quite disgusted with ^her ! She is not coming back 
next term.” 

Honor made an amusingly wry face. 

“ Tired of college life ? ” 

“ Going to be married,” in a laconic tone. 

“ What — Annie North ? ” ejaculated their mother. “ I 
really shouldn’t wonder to hear that of Miss Losee.” 

“Yes, I had a note this morning. She wouldn’t give 
any real reason at first, then just before commencement 
she announced that she was going to stay at home and 
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study housekeeping. She had failed in two of her 
examinations — she has been rather feather headed the last 
three months. We thought she was discouraged on that 
account. Some of the girls insisted she must be engaged, 
but she wouldn’t say positively. There is always so much 
nonsense talked.” 

At a girls’ college ! I am surprised ! ” 

Don’t you cadets talk nonsense ? ” 

we tell each other secrets occasionally; ” and a 
humorous light played about the young fellow’s eyes. 

I had a note, or I suppose I might say it was a letter 
seeing it was two closely ‘^written sheets. It seems she 
was not really engaged when she left school. Her lover 
visited her last summer, and he was going out on a ranch. 
Perhaps things looked uncertain. If he had any success 
he was to be back again this summer. In May he wrote 
to her that he was coming back and would be the first to 
welcome her home. That was what made her lose 
interest in college life.” 

Out on a ranch ! Well, with a soldier she might go 
out to a fort. And what next ? ’ ’ 

‘^Her people think she ought to wait until he is more 
forehanded, as they say. He has been building a house 
— two large rooms, and expects to add to it. He wants 
to marry her and take her out there. It is in Nevada. 
So she may be married in August. What queer things 
girls are ! ” 

I suppose you call yourself an experienced woman 1 
You must take some of the curly knots out of your hair, 
and the dimples out of your face before you can make 
any one believe it. You grow younger. Study must 
agree with you.” 

Honor sprang up and made a sweeping courtesy, ac- 
companied by a ripple of laughter. 


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And Miss Losee ? ” 

I half suspect she has a lover. She has two or three 
correspondents. But she comes back.** 

Randolph nodded with a peculiar air. 

And what else ? Don’t omit the least scrap of news. 
I*m famished for it.** 

O, mamma wrote to you Cousin Ray was married and 
gone to her new home ? ’ * 

Yes, they returned in May. Dr. Burke came to the 
city and met them, and they were married at Aunt 
Millicent’s. Then Ray went at once to her new home 
and they are very happy. Uncle Archie has some posi- 
tion at the Port of Boston, and he goes out to spend his 
Sundays with them. He thought he was not old enough 
to give up active life,” explained their mother. 

He ought to marry again. Middle-aged people have 
romances. One of our instructors was married at the 
holidays after having been a widower about five years. 
His wife is charming.” 

‘‘ And Cousin Ned Beaumanoir?” 

Mrs. Carew smiled. think he took a great fancy to 
Ruth Ensign, but there was the young clergyman. And 
Ruth hardly knows what to do. She is so attached to 
Mrs. Kenneth that she hates to leave her. And Mrs. 
Kenneth is so used to her care that she hardly knows haw 
to live without her.” 

So there is a trial in being too well loved.” 

'‘Just now Ruth has gone to her old home. The last 
of her queer old people have died, and she has quite 
a fortune. I think it will be the clergyman presently, 
and Mrs. Kenneth will have to be divided between 
Ruth and Margaret. So the Melchias girls will all be 
settled.” 

"And there is a new host coming on,** said Honor 


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with a gay nod. Two more girls of Aunt Tessy’s, 
Hope Drayton ’ ’ 

‘^And Honor Carew,” put in her brother laugh- 
ingly. 

And Florence to take her turn.” 

** There is not such a great crowd after all. But then 
there will be Aunt Fanny’s children, and then Cousin 
Nora’s children ” 

^^The old stories and romances over again.” 

And it is queer how many people do get married,” 
Honor exclaimed so gravely that they all laughed. 

There was a diversion just then by the carrier’s 
whistle and ring. Letters for everybody. Randolph- 
glanced at two of his and tossed them aside. 

^^Aunt Tessy thinks you ought to spare them a few 
days before you go back,” exclaimed Lyndell glancing at. 
her son. 

a Yes — when it will be two years before I am let out 
of captivity again. Can’t we all go? Why it would be 
quite a family party.” 

I am your man,” cried Reese. 

And Honor? ” 

I do not believe I want to — in summer. I would 
rather go to a colder clime for my refreshment,” re- 
turned Honor gravely. 

Lyndell went on with her letter. O,” she said ^ 

Edward is going over to London on some business for 
the firm — why next week some time. He is very anxious 
to see you, Randolph. Then you would have to go 
soon ” 

Mamma, you and Reese go with him. I will take 
care of the house and keep papa in order.” 

For Honor was not anxious to meet her cousin. He 
must be pretty good at holding grudges she thought. 


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The maid came up with a telegram for Mrs. Carew. 
She opened it hastily, and read — 

Plans changed. Will be in N. Y. Friday eve. Start 
on Saturday. Edward Sherburne.” 

that’s capital — at least in one way. We shall 
not have to hurry off. Why, that’s to-morrow ! What 
does make days go so fast when they are all pleasure ? 
I shall be glad to see him, although ” 

Randolph glanced up at Honor who colored and felt 
vexed about it. 

‘^Wasn’t he rather — I couldn’t make up my mind 
whether it was Miss Losee ’ 

** It wasn’t any of us in particular. He simply wanted 
all the attention. I thought him disagreeable and sel- 
fish.” 

Why, Honor ! ” and her mother looked up in aston- 
ishment. I thought you all gave him good measure in 
return. Sometimes you were quite hard on him.” 

^‘Not any harder than he deserved,” impatiently. 

Young people are not always wise.” 

‘‘I’m glad there are no girls here.” 

“But the girls did enjoy him. And he is admired a 
good deal naturally. So was his father. And Uncle 
Len has made one of the best of husbands and fathers, 
and one of the finest of men, a tender, large-hearted 
man.” 

Lyndell’s eyes shone with loving appreciation. 

“A year at West Point would have knocked the non- 
sense out of him,” laughed Randolph. “I suppose it 
will have to come out by a slower process, but he has too 
much good sense to hang fast of it forever. ’ ’ 

“I’m sure he wasn’t very amiable the winter he was 
here and had all that fuss about Miss Maurice as she was 


THE THORN THAT PRICKED HONOR. 26 r 


then. I am not a bit in love with him; ” and Honor 
tossed her head. I shall never go down to a handsome 
face, merely.” 

I should be sorry if you did. But Sherburne has a 
good deal beside a handsome face and an uncertain 
temper. He has been winning golden opinions this 
winter, and is loyally devoted to his father. And his 
mother and sisters adore him.” 

Honor, think of that ! Do you not feel an emotion 
of adoration in your soul for me? I have had the 
rough corners of temper polished off of me. I have 
learned to be respectful to my superiors in rank, even when. 
I knew they were my inferiors in many other things. ’ ' 

O, you needn’t count up any more virtues. I adore 
you, let that suffice,” and Honor laughed. 

^^But you will go down to Sherburne, mamma,” said 
Reese. I want to see Uncle Underwood’s hospital, and 
Aunt Fanny is always so bright ; saying such quaint 
things and making such queer comments. And my 
vacation will come to an end too. O Ran, you needn’t 
think you are the only one who has to peg away all the 
year round.” 

^‘But you can come home every night and there are 
the blessed Sundays. No, Honor and I are the heroes 
of this family, who are sacrificing ourselves for the public 
weal and enduring homesickness like good soldiers.” 

Ran, were you really homesick? A big fellow 
like you ? And you wouldn’t own it, would he, 
mamma? ” 

I am homesick about once a week regularly,” said the 
young cadet with an astonishing show of truth in his fine 
eyes. 

‘‘Were you. Honor? Did you both cry? ” 

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a sight of those nearest and dearest. But home is a very 
delightful place, Reese Carew.” 

Reese, your grandfather would like you to drive for 
him,” said the young student who had just come up with 
the carriage. 

‘^And I have some letters to write,” declared their 
mother, though I feel like idling.” 

Stay and comfort me. Honor.” Randolph was 
stretched out in the reclining chair, bolstered around with 
cushions. ^‘We have always been the best of friends, 
haven’t we? And it’s queer, but somehow you always 
were more my kind than Milly, which must be heresy. 
You can hardly imagine our quiet shy Milly carrying off 
one of the big matrimonial prizes ! Somehow I did not 
look for her to be married in a long while.” 

Shall I quote that platitude — ^ It is the unexpected 
that happens.’ Though I do think Milly was desperately 
in love. O, I wonder if I shall ever be in love, and 
what it will be like ! What are you laughing at ? ” 

I just cast a backward glance — not to the girls I left 
behind, but the young fellows at the Point going wild 
over the summer visitors, the pretty girls, and the flirta- 
tions, harmless enough until you get to be a third or 
fourth-class man ! ” 

Why so much more serious or dangerous then? ” 
‘‘There’s a chance for an appointment. A girl does 
not expect to get engaged to a plebe, and a second-class 
man isn’t of much account, only the good time. Did 
your friends have a nice time? ” 

“ O, they thought it splendid. We were the envy of 
half the college. Miss Losee has a way of stirring up 

girls to the uttermost. And some of them declared ” 

Honor flushed and paused abruptly. 

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It was nonsense ; " and she gave a short laugh. 

He caught her hand. That she had captured your 
brother? ’’ 

That was about it. College girls can scent the pos- 
sibilities of a lover or an engagement mighty quick, I can 
tell you. You wouldn’t think it.” 

Randolph laughed. ‘‘There was larger game, and 
she is an attractive girl.” 

“ Don’t you think so much flirting is demoralizing? ” 
she asked seriously. 

“ The fellows have eight or nine months to get over it. 
It doesn’t go very deep.” 

But all their talk was not nonsense. They took up 
the heroes of long ago that they had admired and quar- 
reled over in their school-days, some of the orations 
they had read with youthful enthusiasm, the old poems 
they had translated, the favorite lines they had been fond 
of quoting, and she said — 

“ I found last year what a help this was to me. I got 
on so much more rapidly, and could go at other studies. 
There are so many splendid things to learn ! So much 
has happened all along the centuries that are truly ours. 
And back of them the mysterious races and the lost cities 
and the wonderful works that we cannot duplicate with 
all our skill. Cousin Ned is so interested in all these 
things.” 

“Honor, you ought to do something, you must in- 
deed, with all this education and enthusiasm,” and her 
brother’s eyes kindled. 

She did wonder what she would do with it. 

Edward Sherburne made his appearance just before 
dinner-time. The Professor, Princess, and Cousin Ned 
had been asked over, and were there to give him a warm 
welcome. 


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He seemed to have changed mysteriously. A stylish 
and elegant man of the world, he combined dignity and 
suavity with a certain force of character born of his 
year’s experience among much older men than himself, 
and being brought into contact with many of the great 
questions of the day. 

Honor had been busying herself with some of the 
domestic cares and did not meet her cousin until the 
guests were summoned to the dining-room. All the time 
she had been in a state of amused wonderment, but she 
was hardly prepared for the formal clasp of the hand, 
and the rather distant demeanor. They were all in a 
buzz of conversation, and she was amazed that he ut- 
tered no word to her, not even the conventional inquiry 
concerning her health. Did the year-old anger still hold 
good? 

It was ridiculous, of course ! She motioned Cousin 
Ned to her side. They were never at a loss for conver- 
sational topics, and for a little while kept up a bright 
talk. 

I don’t know how long I shall stay,” said Sherburne 
in answer to Dr. Carew’s question. If we can settle 
the few points in dispute it may be only the work of a 
fortnight or so. But I heard at the Porter & Griswold 
firm, just before I came up here, that there were some 
new and serious complications. They were quite sur- 
prised that so young a man should be sent over ; they 
supposed I was at least thirty-five or so, and had ex- 
pected father would go. However, they found I under- 
stood the matter pretty thoroughly. Indeed,” with a 
smile of satisfaction, I should be a dullard if I had 
spent the last three months over the case and had not 
known about it.” 

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to Holland, for instance, and Antwerp?” asked Ned. 

I had half a mind to take a run over myself. Though 
you might like Paris or Berlin better.” 

I don’t know, I suppose it would be revisiting 
the old places with a keener and more intelligent sight. 
Early youth misses so many things. When I think of 
the time I’ve wasted ” 

Was it really wasted ? ” asked Dr. Carew with a kind 
of doubt in his shrewd smile. 

No, Uncle Bert, I do not believe it was, though I am 
not so much in favor of foreign education until you have 
taken a home course. But even in so dry and solid a 
thing as law is considered to be — which it really is not, 
I find my two years’ training in literature of much service. 
But what glowing dreams I had in those days ! I was 
almost convinced that I should blossom into a poet.” 

His laugh had a genial, wholesome ring, as if he had 
overgrown the hurts of youth and no longer shrank from 
admitting mistakes. 

^^You were poetical and full of romance,” returned 
Ned. looked to see you write an epic.” 

And my ideals had no perspective. They were like 
Chinese pictures. Well, it is fortunate that we outgrow 
them. Then I became — what adjective can describe my 
insistent persecution of you, Uncle Bert?” 

I didn’t call it that,” returned Dr. Carew smi- 
lingly. still think you might have made an intel- 
lectual physician and written some treatises founded on 
theories more or less true. But you never would have 
gone down into the slums of moral or physical humanity.” 

Sherburne made a delicate little gesture that was sig- 
nificant. 

All this time,” he began in a tone of grave sweet- 
ness, had forgotten about my own father. I am 


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afraid gratitude is not one of the virtues of early youth. 
So I found my walk in life would not be writing a fine 
epic or teaching literature to minds no more worthy of 
its grandeur than myself. And here comes your tough 
old Carlyle, Uncle Bert, hitting straight out from the 
shoulder — ‘ Blessed is he who has found his work, let 
him ask no other blessedness.^ ” 

The frank uplifted look went straight to Uncle Bert’s 
heart. 

^^Life is progression,” he replied. ‘‘When one rests 
satisfied, decay of the finer forces is already begun. ’ ’ 

“ There is always the next thing to the man who feels 
he has not finished his work,” said Ned. “Yes, if you 
can find time I think we will take Holland. She has 
such a wonderful history. Why, I am almost inspired 
to write a book myself.” 

He quite looked as if he could do it. His eyes were 
alight with enthusiasm that shone through his glasses, 
and his face had a delicate flush of animation. 

“ Why, yes,” declared Randolph. “ There ought to be 
a genius in your family to keep up the Sherburne reputa- 
tion.” 

They all laughed at that. 

“And since my brother Leonard has married an heir- 
ess, he will not be likely to further distinguish himself. 
Is poverty an incentive to greatness. Uncle Bert? If so, 
I am certainly on the highroad.” 

“Not necessarily. Think of the millions in poverty 
who have no ambition to rise ! Think of the money 
spent on education in pure beneficence that never brings 
forth real fruit. It has to be the quality in the man, 
then he will rise above poverty, and wealth will be only a 
stronger incentive. ’ ’ 

They were rising from the table. 


‘ ‘ Honor, ’ ’ exclaimed 


THE THORN THAT PRICKED HONOR. 267 


Ned, have you been struck dumb?. I have not heard 
your voice raised in behalf of all these grand aspirations.” 

‘‘It was all I could do, to listen to the elevation, and 
power of fine sentiments, and to keep my mind in the 
proper struggle for enlargement.” 

“ That sounds sophomore-y. ” 

“Of course it does. Wisdom comes by stages. I am 
quite encouraged that I don’t have to find room for every- 
thing at once. The junior chrysalid has not yet emerged. 
Wait until you see me two years hence.” 

Dell and Princess were standing in range when Sher- 
burne came over to them. Honor went on with her 
girlish chaff. 

“Auntie Dell,” Sherburne said in a tone both apolo- 
getic and entreating, “I’m afraid that often in my salad 
days I made myself a bore and a burthen to you. I 
know I tormented Princess during that unfortunate winter 
when I was so resolved to have my own way at any cost. 
I want to thank you both for your patience and sweet- 
ness. I am learning all the time what belongs to true 
manliness, and I hope your goodness and long-suffering 
will bear satisfying fruit. I did believe myself very 
much in love with Gertrude, but I know now it was only 
a strong attraction and a wilful desire. Love is a more 
sacred thing, that I hope some time will come to me in all 
its blessedness, so now I can wait.” 

“O, Sherburne, I do hope that you will find the best 
and truest happiness when your time of love does come,” 
cried Lyndell earnestly, while Princess raised her eyes in 
the sweet, unspoken wish. And you have only to go on 
in the path of true, earnest manhood to become all the 
dearest of friends could wish for you.” 

“ And fit myself for my inheritance, the gift of your 
love. I do hope to be worthy of it.” 


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<^And the greater inheritance that makes all work 
nobler/’ she said softly for his ear alone. 

Randolph stood looking wistfully across to him. He 
smiled and came over. 

^^I’ve been recounting my past sins,” he began with 
fascinating cordiality. ^ ‘ The little disagreeablenesses 
are often more mortifying than the actual sins ; in them 
there may have been a strong temptation, the others are 
shameful faults of temper. And I think now I was not 
on my best behavior last summer when you were trying 
your cadet best to make each hour agreeable. ” 

‘^Why — I don’t remember.” The young fellow 
flushed through the sunburn. ‘‘You and Honor used to 
quarrel — and there were the other girls — we had a jolly 
time. I’m going to get them all to come up to the ball next 
summer, because a very dear friend of mine graduates. 
He’s been a year ahead of me all the time, but no brother 
could have evinced a heartier solicitude about me. iVnd 
I wish you could come. Don’t lose interest in the de- 
fenders of your country if you are going to help make 
her laws.” 

“ I shouldn’t lose interest in you, anyhow,” with much 
warmth of tone. “ The Sherburne clan have a pretty 
strong regard for each other.” 

“ And — Sherburne ” 

“ Well? ” smiling as the other halted and colored. 

“ I was thinking of what you said at the table — about 
your father’s wishes ” 

“ O Ran ! do you keep that tender spot in your heart? 
Dismiss it for good and all. The cases are so different. 
Your father feels that this is your heart’s desire, and I 
think he is proud of your choice. Then Reese has his 
heart set on the medical profession. Why I doubt if 
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THE THORN THA T PRICKED HONOR. 269 

in it half-heartedly and see what a fiasco I made of 
it.” 

He laughed with such a wholesome comforting ring, 
that Randolph smiled as well. 

was coming down to Sherburne — we were planning 
when your telegram came.” 

^^They will all be delighted to see you. O yes, go. 
A soldier lad will be something new, only you must steel 
your heart against the admiration of the girls. ' ’ 

<< O, I am not of the captivating kind. I wish I had 
a longer holiday and could join you and Ned. Fvebeen 
reading the history of the Netherlands and that bigoted, . 
despicable fellow, Philip Second ! What a brave stand 
those people made for liberty ! I don’t wonder Spain 
has lost so many of her magnificent possessions ! ' ’ 

Sherburne studied the eager intelligent face and martial 
bearing. Yes, he was every inch a soldier ! 

No one guessed then how soon the march of liberty was 
to wrest from Spain’s grasp another of her misgoverned 
possessions. 

And that you quoted from Carlyle was fine. I must 
take up the old fellow in good earnest. But history has 
interested me so much. The making of nations, the 
making of countries, the great movements and struggles, 
races dying out, others flourishing in their places. Our 
own first great fight for liberty, or the second strug- 
gle ” 

He paused and flushed, remembering the common 
family inheritance. 

‘^For brotherhood,” annotated Sherburne. takes 
generations to settle large questions and accept large 
truths. We get narrowed so by individualism. But it 
is like youth. W e do outgrow it and come to know 
what a larger freedom is like.” 


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go on. You don’t know what a wonderful ring 
there is to your voice.” 

But the Professor came over. Princess felt that it was 
time to go home. Would he accompany them? And 
then there was some general conversation about the visit 
to Virginia and plans for the summer, and Randolph was 
gnawing his lip with half-vexation. 

^^If he had been that way last summer,” he thought. 
But he was much more of a boy last summer, and glad 
of a sudden relaxation. 

^^ril be in to-morrow morning. So I shall not say 
good-bye. O, but you’ll be down to the steamer to see 
me off! Be sure and come early. Good-night.” 

Aunt Lyndell kissed him. Honor was talking to 
Princess and walked down the stoop steps with her, then 
turned quickly, her pulses throbbing with indignation. 
At that instant the ridiculous side flashed upon her, and 
she ran up-stairs laughing. Was it mirth or anger that 
brought tears to her eyes ? 

He is good at holding grudges,” she said half under 
her breath. ^^He must know that silly speech did not 
mean anything. As for him — well he was abominable at 
West Point, a petulant, bad-tempered, self-conceited boy 1 
If he meant half he said about girl collegians it was very 
poor, vapid reasoning, if he didn’t, it was sheer hateful- 
ness. He wanted all the admiration and attention him- 
self. I suppose silly Washington women have just adored 
him this winter. I’m not going down to him, he will 
find that, if he waits seven years.” 

Honor threw up her head and sang in a dainty carol- 
ing voice : — 


Then fare ye well Lord Jamie Douglas, 
I care as little as ye care for me." 


THE THORN THAT PRICKED HONOR. 271 


Dr. Carew had gone round to the office for grandpapa, 
who had a fashion of taking no account of time when he 
lost himself in some book. Reese and Randolph and 
mamma were saying delightful, flattering things about 
Sherburne ; she caught now and then a word and pieced 
them together. 

Honor,'’ called Randolph. 

I’m going to bed.” She pulled down her hair, 
took off her pretty necktie, than ran in eagerly for a good- 
night kiss. 

Seems to me you’re in a great hurry ” 

Yes, I’m tired and sleepy. I advise you all to go to 
bed, since it isn’t the first Friday night in the new moon, 
and you do not have to try any charms.” 

But she lay awake a long while thinking how adroitly 
Sherburne had planned that no one should remark his 
coolness towards her, while he was posing in grand style. 
How much she had to do with it she never considered. 
But it was very silly and contemptible for a grown man 
to get angry over such a trifle. 

She went to a school-children’s feast next day to save 
her mother’s time, for Randolph had begged mamma to 
shop a little with him. And then — was it provoking? 
the tide made the steamer’s start imperative half an hour 
earlier. She stood on the pier and met them as they came 
off. 

Aren’t you kind of captious about Sherburne?” 
Randolph inquired. 

Why — what have I said ? ” 

It’s what you haven’t said. You give your lip a 
little, curl when he is praised, and — why you did not 
quarrel a bit last evening. That was queer, too. ’ ’ 

I’ve grown good-tempered and he amiable. We are 
no longer a couple of children.” 


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think it was more fun when you quarreled,” said 

Reese. 

Honor laughed gayly. 

The weeks were all too short. There was a most en- 
joyable visit to Sherburne, and Lyndell recalled the time 
the young cadet Archer Stanwood had come down, the 
first cousin beside Millicent Beaumanoir that she had 
liked. And here was a new Milly and Della in the old 
house, who were wild over Cousin Randolph. Dr. 
Underwood was enthusiastic about his hospital where he 
employed a young doctor and had a system of training 
for nurses ; Aunt Fanny was growing stout, but she was 
bright and merry as she had never been in her girl- 
hood, and her little flock adored her. Uncle Beau- 
manoir was getting quite feeble. 

They were all so proud of Sherburne that it almost 
angered Honor. As if she cared. And when the soft 
sweet light came in his mother’s eyes at the mention of 
his name, Honor swallowed over a lump in her throat 
and could not imagine why it should come there. 

Tessy spoke of the future, of the time Sherburne 
should be married, of a new family, real Sherburnes 
growing up in the old house. 

‘‘But — do you never feel afraid that his wife may not 
be — what shall I say — sympathetic ? ” asked Lyndell. 

“We talk of the time I came here, and believe all will 
go right. We shall make her welcome and love her. I 
am quite sure we will approve of his choice.” 

It’s a grand old house,” declared Randolph. “ I do 
believe if I was a girl I’d fall in love with Sherburne, a 
good deal on his own account and the rest for the sake 
of the place.” 

Mrs. Dr. Burke insisted upon a visit from them all, 
and Boston was delightful even in summer. Ray made 


THE THORN THAT PRICKED HONOR, 273 


a charming wife and hostess. The uncle was a rather 
small and very delicate old man, quite unlike their grand 
old patriarch, but he thought ^^my nephew’s wife” was 
one of the sweetest of women. 

The cadet’s furlough was over and he had to return to 
duty. A fortnight later Honor went her way, and the 
household circle seemed very small. 


CHAPTER XVII. 


SOME FINE FORCES. 

' I ''HERE had been many graduates in June, there 
were many new girls in September, eager, curious, 
ambitious, and some full of overweening vanity that 
soon sank out of sight under unmerciful snubs. Miss 
Losee was Honor’s room-mate again, but there was a 
perceptible change in her. From being one of the jolliest 
girls she indulged in fits of depression. She even ques- 
tioned the good of a college course. 

They laughed a little about Annie North’s marriage. 

Of course she knows enough to live out in a wilder- 
ness with flocks and herds. She’ll forget her Latin and 
her French, she may have to talk German or Swedish or 
Polish to hired men and maids, but I suppose she will be 
happy with the man of her choice. It comes to that in 
the end with most of us.” 

Being happy? ” Honor glanced up. The- tone had 
been rather complaining. 

Why if you get the man you want — love.” 

I haven’t gone so far as that.” 

Actually? Wasn’t there any one all the long vaca- 
tion?” 

^‘We buzzed around my brother like a lot of bees. 
We took three journeys — to mamma’s old home, to Bos- 
ton, and to see a newly-married cousin at Highland 
Park, then to Niagara. After that clothes.” 

My summer wasn’t as entertaining as that. O dear, 
seeing your brother was almost as good as going to West 
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275 


Point. Did he talk much about — I can’t recall all the 
fellows we saw,” knitting her brow as if she was making 
an effort. 

^^He is a third-class man now, you know. He has 
two or three chums who have kept together all the time 
— that he likes very much. And some of the fourth- 
class who will pass next year. He wants us all to come 
up. And my Cousin Hope Drayton, a very extremely 
pretty girl, is anxious to go. She was very much taken 
with cadet buttons, and chevrons, and all the parapher- 
nalia.” 

As we were,” with a laugh. Will you go, think? 
Is there any one in particular ” 

If Honor had looked up she would have seen a soft 
flush stealing over her companion’s face. 

^^Well” — -indifferently — he has a friend among the 
graduates — I think we saw him but I couldn’t quite re- 
call him. There were such swarms of them.” 

What was his name? ” 

Wester field. Olin Adams Westerfield.” 

Agatha bent her head over some exercises in trigonom- 
etry. What a mercy Honor was not watching her ! 

Any one else ? ” rather huskily. 

yes. But he does care a great deal about Mr. 
AVester field. You see he was very good to Randolph in 
his first bad year. Some of the fellows are what I should 
call regular brutes. But Westerfield was always a gen- 
tleman.” 

He went to Fort Clinton with us. And he was at 
the hop. Yes, I danced with him. And he was 
at the tea. Why he walked down to the station with 
us.” 

<'Now, I never remembered all that. He must have 
made quite an impression on your mind. Randolph 


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wishes they were in the same class so they could have 
next year together.” 

Why, that would be nice.” 

Don’t bother me any more about your old cadets ! ” 
said Honor in a mandatory, yet rather humorous tone. 

Hard study is a kind of bore.” 

And we must bore our way through all the intrica- 
cies.” 

A fortnight later Honor had a letter from her brother. 

Do you remember that we were talking about Mr. 
Westerfield ? ” she asked with sudden eagerness. Here 
is nearly a page about him in Randolph’s letter. Why, 
they must be tremendously chummy. Read it.” 

Agatha took the epistle. Honor was rearranging her 
hair and putting on a fresh waist for dinner, going back 
and forth in little steps. 

How is that for young men’s friendship ? ” 

Your brother is very enthusiastic. But I do sup- 
pose Mr. Westerfield deserves it.” 

I wonder if we are as good to each other as men 
sometimes are,” Honor remarked, musingly. 

There w^ere some duties towards each other, mamma 
had inculcated them from childhood. But an enthusias- 
tic friendship. — The first half of the first year she was 
quite in love with Annie North, last year she had found 
her tiresome. Agatha was bright, cordial, generous on 
certain lines, but she had no especial aims. There were 
girls with aims, some of them with so much self-con- 
sciousness that they were disagreeable. There were two 
charming, friendly teachers, but Honor never felt quite 
sure of any individual preference. She did not under- 
stand that she was reaching out to what belonged to 
growth and development, that she was laying aside the 
girlish v/rappings and getting to the real heart of woman- 


SOME FINE FORCES. 


277 


hood. What she meant to do with life was a question 
that pressed upon her urgently at times. Then she 
longed for home and her mother. 

The bell rang. Agatha laid down the letter and 
pulled her fair hair about a little, tied a big soft mull bow 
under her chin, and the two went down to dinner. 

There was a delightful evening in Miss Mainwaring’s 
room, and a talk about Rome. That seemed cold and 
far away to Honor. She wished it had been Holland 
instead. 

And now all was hurry and confusion and joy again^ 
the girls who lived near enough going home to Christmas 
holidays. 

I begin to think you are going the way of Annie 
North,” Honor said sharply to her friend. You have 
fallen awfully behind.” 

^‘Yes. I am ashamed of myself. But no one has 
asked me to go out on a ranch — or anywhere else. I am 
going to spend the whole vacation catching up. For I 
must get into the senior class next June, and I must 
graduate a year from that time. Papa is inexorable.” 

Honor thought home had never been so dear and com- 
forting. Everything was going on well. Florence was 
a tall girl, a sweet mother girl with a hundred quaint 
fancies. Reese was doing finely. In his leisure he found 
some time to read up with grandpapa. Millicent’s letters 
were enthusiastic with travel sketches, brilliant enough 
for a book. Mrs. Henderson had lost none of her 
charm. Ruth Ensign was engaged to Mr. Howe, but 
Margaret Phillips said it was half-heartedly, since she 
hated to leave Mrs. Kenneth. 

There will be another sweet old lady to care for,. 
Mrs. Howe,” said Margaret. ‘^And Ruth will make 
such a perfect clergyman’s wife it would be a shame for 


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her not to accept, when she really is in love with him. 
It would make mamma very unhappy to stand in the 
way.” 

Aunt Violet sent Honor a most cordial letter asking 
her to spend a week with them. Daisy had delighted 
her father’s heart by taking a prize for a Christmas card. 
The son was in Harvard. Presently they were going to 
Paris to have a visit with Pearl, and they contemplated 
spending a year abroad. 

Why, you might go for three or four days,” said her 
mother, though she hated to give her up. Her bright- 
ness was like sunshine in the house, and Reese kept her 
telling college stories. She was on the basket ball team, 
she was in a debating society, she belonged to a social 
club that gave afternoon teas. 

‘‘I almost wonder where you put in your lessons,” 
said Lyndell with a tender smile as she surveyed the 
rosy, dimpled face. 

‘‘ Like Randolph last summer, I want a home time. I 
can’t think of gadding about after strange gods. I want 
to be where I can see you every day, you dear blessed 
mother ! ” 

Dell clasped her to her bosom. Her outspoken ways 
and demonstrations were a continual delight. Had 
Millicent grown warmer natured in a husband’s love, 
she wondered ? At first she had been very proud of his 
tender care and attentions, his devotion to her and his 
mother, latterly she had not been so enthusiastic. Some 
of her letters were like a vivid chapter out of a book of 
travels. 

Honor had another reason for not making the visit. 
She did not want to see Cousin Edward Sherburne, She 
felt secretly mortified over the incident that looked to her 
mow not only foolish but despicable. They all knew — 


SOME FINE FORCES. 


279 


everybody knew that mamma never had a moment’s re- 
gret about Sherburne House. She could not have lived 
there without narrowing and spoiling papa’s life, and so 
many more family traditions clustered about the Beau- 
manoirs. But if she had not made that shameful speech ! 
It brought the quick blood to her cheek even now. Of 
course it would make him angry, she was paying back 
old scores when she uttered such a heresy, but she had 
hurt him too, and lowered herself in her own estimation. 
Would she ever be brave enough to admit it? His 
anger was amusing at first, but now she did not like the 
thought of this ostracism. Still she had not courage 
enough to subject herself to his triumph. 

There was a delightful Christmas feast at the Dray- 
tons, when all of the clan were called together. Then 
there was Hope’s charming birthday party. 

Nora Mallory brought her a beautiful gift. Hope 
adored Nora and the merry children. 

realize more and more how lonely you and papa 
would have been without Hope and Carew,” Nora ex- 
claimed. And do you remember the dreadful temper 
I went into because Hope came? I wonder how papa 
could have been so wise and so patient ! Where did I 
get so much jealousy and anger from ? Not from 
mamma, surely.” 

It was in the Sherburne blood, nevertheless,” declared 
Lyndell. part of heredity, and a good argument. 

I went into a tempest when I was a little girl because 
your mother had a lover. I wanted her all for myself.” 

Nora laughed with a winsome heartiness. Auntie Dell 
in a dreadful temper at such an occurrence! ^^You 
must have loved mamma very much.” 

‘Hndeed I did,” said Lyndell, flushing with old re- 
membrances. 


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A SHERBURNE INHERITANCE. 


What a lovely life Hope Drayton was having. Her 
mother’s friend and companion, her father’s idol. She 
wouldn’t change her father for any one in the world, but 
Uncle Drayton had so much leisure and was always find- 
ing new pictures and artists and authors and travelers 
and all manner of charming people. Hope’s life was 
rich and full, and she was making it pleasant for many 
others. She did not feel anxious for a career, she was 
satisfied with being a delightful, affectionate daughter. 

‘‘My dear” — began Lyndell one morning — “I am 
afraid you are growing a little homesick beforehand. 
You were not your merry self yesterday.” 

She looked at her with warm affection in her lovely 
brown eyes, the tenderness of motherhood. 

“I’ve been considering, mamma, whether it was not 
pure selfishness in me to want to go to college when I 
had no real aim or purpose. To be sure Milly wasn’t 
married and I had a fancy she never would be. And 
now I do really hate to go away and leave you. Florence 
is too young to be much more than a pet, and she is still 
papa’s baby.” 

“ But you do not want to give it up? ” exclaimed her 
mother in a startled voice. 

“ O no, I have still some ambitions left. But I never 
realized how charming and engrossing home life really 
was. Perhaps if I was going to be a professional and 
had a career marked out I might feel more ambitious. 
And teaching is discouraging work. There are so many 
girls whom you cannot inspire. There are girls con- 
tinually studying how they can thwart and annoy 
teachers. Of course there are many nice students as 
well. And the hope of being a college president, or a 
noted lecturer or specialist in any line is quite a tempting 
outlook. But I am afraid I shall never reach that dignity, ’ ^ 


SOME FINE FORCES. 


281 

with a soft laugh. And there are a good many girls 
who must depend upon their own exertions for their living: 
and perhaps that of others. As papa says it is wicked 
to crowd them out when you have no need.” 

<‘Then I may have my girl back again,” and the joy 
in the mother’s eyes was a delicious satisfaction to the 
daughter. 

“And you will be glad? You won’t think I was 
weaker than the thing I undertook to do ? That sounds 
Carlyle-ish — I think he said something like it. You 
see I am not aflush with original ideas,” and a pretty 
color fluttered over her face, nestling in the dimples the 
smile made. 

“ Did you have grand dreams ? Most girls do.” 

“ Some girls, mamma. I thought all college girls 
lived in a kind of rarified atmosphere, but I find the)r 
are a good deal like the rest of the world. It’s a sort of 
fashion to be proud of hailing from this or that college, 
even if you only squeeze through. I do not believe 
men feel as proud of referring to the fact.” 

“It is good to have this experience, this knowledge 
that the world is pretty much alike all over. I find 
things that puzzled me in my girlhood repeated under 
such different circumstances and with such dissimilar 
people. It is your own experience that is so new, and 
sometimes thrilling. ’ ’ 

“You have not narrowed, mamma,” Honor said 
rather tentatively. 

“My dear, life has been very full and rich to me. 
And even your house, your books, your family cares, 
your duty towards your friends, your acquaintances, 
those in trouble, all hold immeasurable sources of im- 
provement. No kind of living need be narrow or dull 
if the soul is in true earnest and in accord with God’s 


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purposes. The duty towards God and the duty to one’s 
neighbor comprises it all, but a lovely home with wide- 
spreading influences must always be a woman’s best 
work.” 

Dr. Carew had sent the carriage for his wife as he 
wished her to see a peculiar patient of his that he was in 
some doubt about. 

Meanwhile,” interposed Honor, will run around 
to Aunt Millicent’s. She has been making out a list of 
books for me.” 

Lyndell kissed her daughter fondly. It was delightful 
to have her confidence whether the matters were trivial 
or weighty. And Honor thrilled all through her nerves 
with this sense of nearness. 

Hope Drayton was in the music room training two girls 
who were to sing a duet at a coming entertainment at a 
Girls’ Club. Aunt Millicent had two distinguished 
looking visitors in the library and they seemed to be 
engrossed in some important subject. 

O, Honor,” she exclaimed with her greeting, ‘‘run 
up to the sitting-room. There is some one you will be 
very glad to see.” 

Honor tripped up the stairs. A great bowl of carna- 
tions stood on a table by the hall window, flanked by the 
green of two palms and making the air spicily fragrant. 
Some one was half buried in the Morris chair, and she 
went clear around and faced him before she saw who it 
was. 

Edward Sherburne straightened himself up too much 
surprised to do anything but stare. Honor stood perfectly 
still, transfixed. 

Since last summer she had known that some time she 
would apologize for her rude and hateful speech. She 
had never known just what to say in writing. She could 


SOME FINE FORCES, 


283 


•not tell now. His bright look grew colder. He made no 
move, not even stretching out his hand. She had given 
the offense, she must make the amendment quite by 
herself. He was very obstinate, but she had been so as 
well. She could feel her face blazing in scarlet as if it 
would scorch her. 

I did not know you were here ! " The words came 
out with a gasp, and Honor half turned in a cowardly 
fashion. Yes, it was cowardly and it was not her wont 
to be that. She straightened herself suddenly, she 
stepped forward. Her eyes were mistily softened, the 
wound to her pride was so great, and her face was still 
like the reddest rose. 

‘*1 owe you some amends,” she began rather tremu- 
lously. said a mean, uncalled for, ungenerous thing 
to you about Sherburne House, and I have been heartily 
ashamed of it, and sorry for it ever since, growing more 
and more sorry as time went on. I don’t wonder you 
were very angry. I ” 

Sherburne sprang up and caught both hands in his. 
There were real tears in her eyes and he could see the 
effort she was making that they should not overflow. 

Honor — yes it was uncalled for and you could hardly 
have given me a deeper wound. You can guess how it 
has rankled ! But I don’t wonder you wanted to strike 
back with the sharpest weapon you could find, for I had 
tormented you beyond endurance. And I know, my 
dear cousin, not one of you envy me Sherburne House. 
It would be no manner of use to Randolph. Millicent 
has had fortune showered upon her — Reese’s interests will 
be right here in the city. I do not think any of you can 
iinderstand the love we Virginians have for old places 
and family traditions, and all that,” — pausing. 

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been so happy over it, and to think you are to carry on her 
dear father’s name gives her unqualified joy. And if you 
will ” 

Forget it ! ” He smiled a little, drew her closer and 
kissed her. I suppose I ought to have been magnani- 
mous enough to make the first overture.” 

I gave the dreadful offense,” smiling and looking up 
shyly ; with charming candor in her eyes. 

‘‘And you were so proud and wilful last summer! 
Honor, if you had so much as held out your hand, I 
should have taken it with secret joy, even if rather loftily 
then. Would you like to know what I was thinking about 
when you came in ? ” 

“Yes; ” her lips a quiver with half suppressed fun. 

“ Whether I should have the courage to run over for 
a few moments. I came up to consult an eminent legal 
light on a very important matter we did not like to trust 
to writing. He gives me his opinion at two, and at 
three I start for home. Just as I was well under way with 
Aunt Milly, some one came to her on pressing business. 
And then I thought of Auntie Dell — and you ’ ’ 

“ And you are not angry ” 

He still had hold of her hands, swinging them gently 
in a boyish fashion. 

“ I think you have a lot of things to feel stuffy over. I 
did torment you and made myself a nuisance generally, 
when I ought to have been admiringly amiable to your 
friends.” 

“ Then they would have fallen in love with you, and 
there would have been the trouble of falling out again. 
Girls can say such a lot of silly things when they are a 
little smitten with a young man, and it sounds quite ridic- 
ulous to the one who listens and is asked for opinions.” 

What — sensible college girls ? ” 


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know you don’t like college girls ” 

<<Come and let us argue it out.” He dropped down 
into the chair again, and seated her on the broad arm, so 
that he could have her face at his command. Had she 
grown prettier ? She was so sparkling, so piquant, and 
the delicious pink kept fluttering over her from the waves 
of her hair to the tip of her chin. 

do approve of education for women. I don’t like 
the strong masculine women who seem to think the force 
of manner with which they throw an argument at you is 
the strength of the argument itself. And it seems to me 
— this is an old-fashioned idea I know, that young men 
ought to be manly and strong and deferential to women, 
and fit themselves to take care of some woman, to love 
her, to be her husband and the head of a home. But the 
women crowd in and earn the money, and the men find 
so little to do that presently they are content to hang on 
their fathers until they find a rich girl to marry. It is bad 
for the men. But when you meet the lovely and refined 
women in Washington, who can entertain a foreigner with 
the grace of a French woman, the vivacity of the Spanish 
or the elegance of the Russian, you know it must take 
training to do it.” 

Honor studied him in surprise and he flushed under the 
scrutiny. Then laughing a little uneasily he said — 

I know I haven’t had much to boast of. I’ve had a 
good deal of vanity and dogmatism and love of teasing, 
and — yes, I think I was nettled at West Point that you 
should all run after shoulder straps and chevrons and 
stripes down the sides of trousers and buttons and belt 

clasps, no matter what sort of a cub wore them ’ ’ 

‘‘But we picked out the very nicest cubs,” she 
interrupted laughingly. “And it was so delightful to 
have them glad to see us and ready to offer every little 


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politeness and attention, and hover about you as if you 
had just come down from the moon, all the while they 
knew and you knew that it was not going to last, but was 
just a day or two of diversion.” 

Which they were going to offer to the next relay of 
girls,” he appended in something of his old tone. 

‘^As you do in society. Aren’t you charming and 
lovely and fascinating at Mrs. Somebody’s reception, and 
doing it all over somewhere else ? And the poor cadets 
have only a summer chance, while you civilians can take 
the whole year round.” 

Well — of course one wouldn’t blame the poor fellows 
he thought. And the little uncertainty about girls was 
fascinating. 

^^No, you were not overamiable, ” she continued with 
enchanting demureness. ^^And I’ve something of the 
Sherburne temper. I wonder how long we will remain 
friends?” 

never quarrel with any one but you. O there’s a 
delightful old bit of poetry — 

< When we invite our best friends to a feast 
^ Tis not all sweetness that we set before them, 

There’s somewhat sharp, and salt, both to whet appetite 
And make them taste their wine well.’ ” 

Sherburne glanced up with a half mischief in his eyes. 

Well — we have the sharp and salt,” she returned. 

And now we have forgiven each other old scores ? 

O yes. And have grown wiser and better.” 

And are to be friends ? ” 

Shall I ask the largest sacrifice you can make ? Will 
you come to my graduation ? ’ ’ 

He considered, A year and a half. Yes, I think I 
will. What of the other girls ? ” 


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She told him of Annie North’s marriage, and the many 
new friends she had made. Then Aunt Millicent came 
up and luncheon was announced. Afterwards he walked 
home with Honor and they had a gay, friendly time. 

Do you ever have time now to write letters ? ” he 
asked. 

O, once in awhile.” 

^^Then I’ll write to you,” he said with his good-bye. 

Honor wanted to tell her mother how hateful and silly 
she had been and her amends, but she really had not the 
courage. 


CHAPTER XVIIL 


LOVE AND LEARNING, 


HERE had been a rather gay time the earlier part of 



the term, for the girls had not gotten over the 
Christmas merrymaking. What with teas, and the little 
dances and a play, the real work had to be put in when 
it could. Sometimes Honor had a great longing to throw 
it all up, with a feeling of yearning homesickness. But it 
would be a great shame when she was doing so well and 
had been complimented on her essays and her excellent 
French and German translations, and her articles for the 
college paper. 

Agatha Losee had caught up.” But she had queer, 
almost moody spells now and then. Honor was a favorite 
with her class, with the seniors too, for that matter. But 
she laid her lack of ambition that was what she called it, 
to the fact that she had no definite aim. So many girls 
were planning out their lives, even to marrying. She 
would go home and be mamma’s girl. Home began to 
look so delightful and satisfactory to her. 

There, I’ve won after the hardest of hard fights. 
I’m sure of the exams. I’ve gone over most of them with 
Miss Collins who is a gem, a trump, the noblest friend 
one ever had ! And now my tongue is loosened. O 
Honor, I’ve such a long, long story to tell you.” 

Miss Losee threw herself on the floor beside Honor and 
laid her head on her knee, gave a frantic grasp at one 
hand. 


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Have you gone crazy?” Honor’s eyes were ex- 
pressions of surprise. 

<^Well — I don’t know but I have. I’m in love, and 

have leave to — to ’ ’ 

The face was scarlet, the mouth quivering. 

^^Why I thought you were to have no lovers,” cried 
Honor in amaze. 

And I haven’t had any real lover, only some one has 
loved me, and now papa has listened, and relented, but 
I can’t be engaged until I have graduated. I had my 
way when he did not want me to come, now he has been 
having his way. What a silly goose I was to insist upon 
college ! But I thought it was fine to be with crowds of 
girls and in societies, and have no end of fun and bright- 
ness sandwiched between the tough old studies. If I 
hadn’t been an only child ! And oh, if I hadn’t come 
here and met you I should have missed it all, and the 
most splendid lover — oh I know he is going to be that ! ’ ’ 
Honor sat up stiffly. ^^I haven’t the slightest idea 
what you are talking about. The lemonade has gone to 
your head. Or perhaps it was the crackers. They’re 
light as air.” 

Agatha raised her head. ^‘Suppose I told you that 
handsome cousin of yours with the romantic story and 
fine old estate wanted to marry me, had never been able 
to get me out of his mind ? Or — or your brother? ” 

Agatha you are a ” 

What made Honor feel suddenly indignant ? 

It is neither one. Ah, you wouldn’t consent to have 
me for a sister-in-law ? But Honor, you might do worse, ’ ’ 
and there was an indescribable pathos in the tone. 

Only you would be a couple of ninnies to begin thus 
early,” and Honor laughed with light-heartedness. 
Why we all liked you,” she added. 


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Then here’s to the story — * drink it down.’ Do you 
remember Mr. Westerfield ? He was with us a good deal.’* 
She asked it rather hesitatingly. 

Why that is Randolph’s Fidus Achates. O ” 

<<Well, a year ago in May he wrote me a letter. A 
very fair, honorable one. For some cause or other he 
had not taken his vacation the summer before, and he 
begged me, if I had remembered him, and liked him well 
enough to accept a visit from him, to allow him to visit 

me during that time. There were other things ’ ’ 

The color went down her neck and up behind her ears. 
‘<And you answered it. You are a wicked deceitful 
girl ! Alas — for college discipline ! ” 

Yes, I answered it. It was wrong, I know. But I 
had to say something, or — or ’ ’ 

Yes,” nodding with a smile of amusement. 

Then he wrote again. Of course I couldn’t carry on 
a clandestine correspondence, and I said so. I told him 
papa’s condition was that I should have no friendships 
and nothing to distract my studies the whole four years. 
And that if it pleased him he might come in July.” 

And became? ” 

When I reached home I gave papa his letters. They 
were nice manly letters and not full of boshy sentiment. 
Papa is a great advocate of marriage and he was sure 
when he made his condition that it would deter me from 
college, but I was heroically silly, and it didn’t. He 
stormed a good deal at first and said Mr. Westerfield 
shouldn’t come, and then he wrote him a note and al- 
lowed him to visit us. He and mamma liked him ever 
so much.” 

Oh, this w'as what Randolph and Mr. Westerfield 
were writing about last summer ! ” Honor smiled remem- 
bering it, and her brother’s enthusiastic letters since. 


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And you are engaged ? ” she continued. 

Not a bit of it. We were not to write to each other 
all the year. Then papa would take it into considera- 
tion. And I was to finish my course and take my degree 
if it took me six years, before ” 

Honor understood the snatchy sentence and nodded. 

That was why I was so wretched in the autumn. A 
letter wouldn’t have hurt me at all. But your brother 
was so chatty.” 

‘‘You are a deceitful minx, to me your best friend.’^ 

“ There was nothing to tell, I wasn’t engaged, I wasn’t 
even allowed to think I had a lover. I couldn’t tell a 
lie to you ” — breaking up her sentence with a short laugh. 

“Of course not.” Honor assumed an air of high 
dignity. 

“ I wrote to papa I was very sure of passing, -that I 
had taken private examinations in some studies. And 
Mr. Westerfield also wrote to him and mamma to beg 
them to come to the graduation exercises at West Point 
and the -ball — and let me join them. And I am em- 
powered to ask you in return for your lovely visit. O 
Honor, don’t say no. I’ve talked so much about you all 
that papa proposes to call on Dr. Carew when he comes 
to New York.” 

She reached up and flung her arms about Honor’s 
neck, kissing her rapturously. 

“You see,” she continued, “ we shall only have such 
a little time. The exercises will come so close together. 
We shall have to hurry through ours, but we are not the 
heroes of this occasion. Wait until next year ! Then 
it will be Lieutenant Westerfield’ s turn to come and do 
me the honor.” 

She sprang up then. “I’ll get you papa’s letter. I 
had to tell you all the story first. O Honor — but then 


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dear, you will come. Papa would be awfully disap- 
pointed.” 

Mr. Losee’s letter evinced a good deal of admiration 
for his daughter’s steady obedience of his commands. 
Mr. Westerfield’s letter had been courteous and with just 
the right shade of deference. The Losees would be 
really gratified to visit West Point, and would spend a 
short time in New York. Agatha must send measure- 
ments for her ball gown and whatever else she wanted. 
And it would be a great pleasure and gratification to 
them if Miss Honor Carew would accompany them and 
be their guest, thereby giving them the opportunity to 
return a tithe of her kindness in affording Agatha such a 
delightful visit. 

Honor looked grave. 

0 you can'tsdiY no,” the girl pleaded. 

1 was thinking — next year they must all come and 
see me. I do wonder if the two will clash ! And I will 
write at once to mamma. O, Agatha, I do hope you will 
be very happy ! ’ ’ 

I think I shall really deserve it if I wait another year. 
But the time does pass away. ’ ’ 

^^And there are a thousand things to do in the next 
ten days. There are two receptions, the one we give, the 
other we get. Then there’s the Glee Club Concert, and 
the supper — and the examinations. Why does everything 
have to come together ? ’ ’ 

We’ll get out of all we can. It won’t be our funeral 
until next year, you know.” 

‘‘You crazy thing, don’t call it that.” 

“ Well, we can skip some things now. We can’t next 
year. White ball gown of course. O, I hope Lieuten- 
ant Westerfield will be able to come then.” 

“ I must write at once to mamma. Then study, 


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exams, and everything. Now don’t say another word to 
me. I know you are dying to talk over Mr. Westerfield, 
but I will put cotton in my ears and lash myself fast of 
the mast.” 

‘‘You dear girl. Well, I won’t play siren,” She 
went off humming a Strauss waltz. 

Honor felt quite distracted. Yes, it would be lovely to 
go to the Point again, next year she would have to give 
up the festivities. College was getting a sort of sacrifice 
to her, and yet she was proud of all she had won, and 
some splendid friends she had made. 

When all the plans and the letters were in they found 
there would be just time and hardly an hour to spare. 
The girls would get home in the evening and start the 
next morning early. Even if Honor had been minded to 
give it up, Randolph’s letter was so urgent, so full of joy- 
ful anticipations. 

Mr. and Mrs. Losee had been overruled. They 
wanted to give a dinner at the hotel, but Mrs. Carew said 
the girls would be tired with their journey and feel more 
at ease at the doctor’s. Which was true enough. Din- 
ner was to be an hour later. 

Dr. Carew went to the station for the girls. They did 
look tired after the work and excitement of the last ten 
days. But both had passed splendidly and were seniors 
with only one more year of toil. 

“ O papa, dear ! ” was all Honor could say. She felt 
so safe and full of delight. 

Mrs. Losee was a rather small woman with the charac- 
teristic prettiness of calm middle age. Certainly her tall 
daughter had not been modeled on her lines, but resembled 
her father, and yet was quite unlike him in most at- 
tributes. If he had been a military man he would cer- 
tainly have proved a martinet. But he seemed very glad 


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to see his daughter, though he called her a naughty girl 
and said she should have been sent to a convent instead 
of a college, and they would not have had all this fuss 
for her sake. 

Aunt Milly and Uncle Drayton with Hope went up 
yesterday. Hope was very anxious to go to the ball,^ and 
Randolph wanted to invite everybody. But we thought 
he had better wait for his turn.” 

Only — I shall want you all to come to my commence- 
ment, and I do wonder what we shall do.” 

‘‘ Why I had hardly thought of that,” returned her 
mother. ‘‘But we won’t worry at what will happen a year 
hence.” 

Honor decided that Mrs. Losee was very sweet and 
amiable. Mr. Losee had quite a good deal to say about 
the folly of college educations that seldom did any real 
good. “ If one was going to teach or enter any of the 
professions, it would be different. But plain every-day 
wives and mothers do not need Greek and Latin and so 
many isms. We are getting our lives too fine, too com- 
plicated. The man expects his education to help him 
along the best paths of life, to assist him in making a 
home and providing for wife and children. He turns it 
to some purpose. And it seems to me a useful education 
is best for the average woman. I do suppose girls are 
like boys, very few are above the average.” 

“But after all you sent Agatha,” said Honor with 
smiling archness. 

“I consented because her heart seemed set upon it. 
And last year she would have thrown it up in disgust. 
How many of your compeers, Miss Carew, have dropped 
out the first and second year ? ’ ’ 

“ Quite a number, to be sure. But many of them do 
not mean to stay more than two years. Then some of 


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295 


them find out that they really have no vocation for learn- 
ing, and they are wise to give it up. They tell a story of 
a girl who was ambitious to take a degree and worked 
hard for two years over things she positively hated. She 
could trim hats and bonnets to perfection. So she went 
at that instead, and now every summer goes abroad for 
her firm and is doing some exquisite painting beside, had 
a flower piece in the water color exhibition that sold 
at once. So she learned what she could not do, and 
what she could, by going to college.” 

‘‘But most of you, I take it, rather hanker after mar- 
riage and homes of your own. That is right and natural. 
I have no faith in a woman who pretends to hold herself 
above marriage. But now you want some one who can 
enliven your leisure hours by reading everything in the 
original, and can quote from Shelly and Rossetti and the 
Rubaiyat, and don’t know anything about Cowper or 
Young or Pope. Think of darning stockings to the 
rhythm of Latin hexameters. ’ ’ 

“There’s a little sort of machine that darns stockings, 
I believe. And men are inventing machines for doing 
men’s work, so why shouldn’t we have something to 
simplify ours. And now women join and make homes, 
and sometimes adopt poor orphan children,” declared 
Honor in a little triumph. 

“And then run after a lot of young fellows with 
shoulder straps and gilt buttons.” Mr. Losee threw 
back his head and laughed. “We will go and see how 
much education and training do for the young men, whether 
it will fit them for the women. The commonplace men 
will not answer any more.” 

“Mr. Losee is not half in earnest,” said his wife 
apologetically when they had gone to the drawing-room. 
“He likes to tease the girls. And he finds out in his 


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business how much misplaced education there is. If 
they could be educated for what they must do in this 
world, rather than the things they long to do and are not 
fitted for ! ” 

Lyndell joined in this view. She had seen so much 
of it herself. But who could tell just what one would be 
called to do ? 

^‘The girls must go to bed early,” she said presently. 
‘‘We shall keep Agatha all night. She will feel more at 
home here.” 

“ You are delightfully friendly, Mrs. Carew,” Mr. Losee 
exclaimed with appreciative heartiness. “And perhaps 
we cannot do a more courteous thing than to return to 
our hotel, seeing that we must start early in the morning. 
Again allow me to thank you for the pleasure you have 
given our daughter.” 

Reese did not care to go. He would rather wait until 
it came Randolph’s graduation. 

“I don’t know how we will ever manage,” said Honor 
with rather amusing perplexity. “ I shall want you all 
to see me distinguish myself.” 

“You and Randolph seem to have thetwinship of it,’^ 
he returned with a light laugh. 

Mr. Losee seated the ladies in the train, but took pos- 
session of Honor himself. She was not quite sure that 
she enjoyed his carping manner, though he punctuated 
it with such gleams of humor in the wrinkles he made in 
the lines of his face and the twinkles in his eyes, that she 
felt there was no real bitterness in it. 

“What am I to do with my girl. Miss Carew? ” he 
asked as they were speeding along. 

Honor flushed, glanced up encountering the sharp 
eyes, then hers were downcast. 

“Is that the way college girls keep promises?’^ 


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297 


with a rather malicious significance, tempered by the 
smile. 

That cannot justly be laid to the college. We have 
no young men there/’ she answered archly. 

But are answerable for the temptation.” 

<< I ” Honor was covered with confusion. 

You took her up there,” nodding his head. And 
she saw attractive gold lace, shoulder straps, flashing 
swords and all the military paraphernalia that fills a 
young woman’s head with the romance of courage and 
prowess, and impossible heroism.” 

^^But no one fell in love with me,” said Honor with 
an inimitable, deprecating grace. 

O, you will not be allowed to escape that way. I do 
not consider Agatha especially weak-minded, do you ? ’ ’ 

Indeed she is not,” with eager enthusiasm. 

Or are you especially hard-hearted ? ” 

She laughed at that. 

When Agatha went to college — quite against my 
wish, but she and her mother thought the world was 
whirling on so fast a girl must do something to keep up 
with it, I said, * No lovers, miss, no time to be spent 
philandering round, no gay toggery and society entertain- 
ments. If you must know all about Horace and Livy 
and Theocritus and a hundred other dead and gone peo- 
ple and fill your head with higher mathematics and all 
that, there must be no admirers to disturb the rarefied 
atmosphere until you are through. And you’ll stay until 
you graduate, if it takes ten years.’ ” 

O, but it will not,” cried Honor in vivacious pro- 
test. ‘‘You can’t think what she has done this winter.. 
She came off with flying colors in all the exams. She is- 
sure to graduate.” 

“Now explain to me the sense of all this fine educa-^ 


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tion and waste of money, when she chooses to go out to 
Western wilds and give up the pleasures of civilization 
for a man’s sake. You don’t for a moment suppose they 
are going to pore over Latin and French and dig tough 
roots out of Euclid, and discuss the advantages of the 
higher education of women in some fort life or tent life, 
where they have to comfort each other for all they have 
given up? ” 

Honor laughed softly at the picture that his tone made 
vivid. 

So you see the old story goes on. Love steps in and 
plays havoc with plans. What you all want is the train- 
ing for good wives and mothers, to bring out the qualities 
that help yourselves and others over the rough places in 
life, and to make the days bright and pleasant and up- 
lifting, to take the common little events and make them 
beautiful and attractive and comforting — yes, and happy. ’ ’ 

^^But doesn’t education do a good deal of that — 
teaching you the best ways of working for the world ? ’ ’ 
Miss Carew, suppose one-half of the world woke up 
some morning and said — ‘ I shall make one human 
being happy before I sleep,’ what do you suppose would 
be the result?” 

He laughed in an abrupt masculine fashion. 

‘‘You can make two people very happy, Mr. Losee,” 
Honor said with delightful audacity. 

He nodded. “I’ve strayed from my text. But you 
see your college discipline and high ennobling truths 
have not kept my girl in the straight path of — well I 
can’t say she actually promised not to fall in love, so we 
can’t call it truth, and since love is a woman’s destiny 
we can’t call it duty. I’m not up in logic or casuistry. 
But she accepted my terms, and hasn’t kept to the letter. 
And if I keep to mine I shall be a cruel parent ’ ’ 


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299 


‘^She will not ask any indulgence. She is coming 
back to college and going through her course. She may 
not feel quite so much interest in the societies and the 
entertainments, and the things girls have to get up so as 
to preserve a sort of equilibrium. And she will wait 
patiently. You will see.” 

You have great faith. After all these interviews 
with the young man, and listening to his persuasive 
tongue ! ’ ’ 

‘‘That’s the discipline you get out of your college 
training.” She had her triumph now, and she raised 
her eyes with an exultant light. 

“You have no lover, Miss Carew?” The tone ren- 
dered the question ordinary and not impertinent. 

“O no.” 

“ I don’t know how you will stand a year of enthusi- 
astic praises of a young fellow you care nothing about, 
of sorrowful longing, of impatience and chafing at re- 
sistance to another person’s will. For — somehow I feel 
I must keep my word.” 

“A year isn’t a lifetime.” 

They were coming into the station. The whole place 
seemed in glittering array, under the brightest of skies. 
Throngs of visitors could not hide the marching and 
countermarching, the groups of officers of past times and 
more than one of famous remembrance. It was a vivid, 
brilliant picture. 

They found the Draytons on the lookout for them ; 
E^andolph was with them. Mr. Losee looked the fine 
young fellow all over. They were just in time for the 
grand parade. He was one of the officers of the day in 
his company, and he had but a moment. He led them 
to an advantageous point for sight-seeing. 

“ Westerfield passed splendidly,” he whispered to 


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Honor. Funny, isn’t it that they two unlikely people 
should fall in love. He is a first-class man in every re- 
spect \ the best friend I’ve made here, though there are 
lots of fine men when you get to know them. You’ll go 
to see the sham battle this afternoon. It will be grand.” 

I don’t see how you can fight when you’re not in 
earnest.” 

^^But we are desperately, dreadfully, fiercely so! 
Addio,” and he almost flew over the ground to rejoin 
his company. 

The bands were doing their utmost and the air 
throbbed with melody. Mr. Losee caught the spirit of 
enthusiasm and his shrewd eyes kindled. 

‘^I wonder if we shall ever need them?” he said 
musingly. ‘‘The navy seems to settle most of our 
difficulties of a foreign nature, and occasionally a strike 
calls for sharp remedy. We discuss possible wars, but 
peace seems the general watchword. Still it is splendid 
to see such training and enthusiasm as that.” 

Agatha strained her eyes for a familiar face in vain. 
Her father hardly wondered that her fancy had been 
caught by military ardor and brilliancy. Yet how did it 
happen that a young fellow amid this crowd of visitors 
and hosts of pretty girls should be able to single out one 
and remember her for months with no sign from her to 
go upon. In spite of himself he began to have an ad- 
miration for Lieutenant Wester field. 

They marched and countermarched and went through 
wonderful evolutions. The throng of visitors changed 
about also, and Agatha wondered if any one could ever 
be found. 

“We had better go to the hotel,” said Mr. Drayton. 
“You must ail be tired, and luncheon will not come 
amiss. I engaged your rooms,” 


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301 


Just as they reached it Randolph and Lieutenant 
Westerfield in all the glory of his new trappings met 
them. He flushed under the heat and sunburn, but there 
was an elation shining in his eyes, for he knew his cause 
was nearly won. 

We have just fifteen minutes,” exclaimed Randolph. 
<‘Were you ever in such a crowd? There are some 
Educational Associations, and two big excursions. We 
seem to be the show place of the country.” 

‘^And a splendid show you make,” exclaimed Hope 
Drayton. I never imagined it was half so beautiful or 
grand,” her eyes kindling with enthusiasm. 

I’ll find some one to take you about a little. Honor 
has seen most of it. O, I say, Honor,” lowering his voice 
to her ear alone — was so afraid some of you would 
ask Sherburne up. He was such a marplot last time.” 

think he has improved,” in a rather deprecating 
tone. He was very nice when I saw him at Christmas.” 

Mercy knows there was room enough for it 1 Six 
months’ training among the ^ plebes ’ would have done 
him a world of good.” 

Honor shrank at the thought. That elegant, fastidious 
society gentleman subjected to such treatment ! It had 
not injured Lieutenant Westerfield any, and improved 
Randolph immeasurably. 

Don’t you think Westerfield will be all right? Mr. 
Losee is a sharp looking person that you do not want to 
run up against too often, but after all. Miss Agatha is his 
only daughter. How beautiful Hope is ! Everybody 
will go down to her at the ball to-morrow night. O, do 
you remember the hop? That was a great thing to 
me ! ” 

Lieutenant Westerfield was doing the amiable to Mr. 
and Mrs. Losee, while Agatha stood by with a demure- 


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ness rather foreign to her character and which suggested 
her being on very excellent, trained behavior. There 
would be no chance to say a word all the afternoon, but 
the evening 

It is almost full moon,” said the lieutenant. Every- 
thing looks wonderful in the moonlight — you would 
hardly believe it. I shall be at liberty and quite at your 
service,” bowing. 

They had luncheon and a little rest, then took their 
way to the battle-ground, accompanied by tw^o portly 
officers who explained everything. Major Reynolds was 
at once attracted towards Agatha. They found a toler- 
ably good place on an elevation. Infantry, cavalry with 
yellow stripes and warlike accoutrements, mountain pack 
artillery, a line of scouts, everything and everybody 
bristling in warlike array. 

They watched breathlessly. Agatha knew she would 
be on the winning side, a little bird had whispered it to 
her. It was evident the enemy” meant to make it a 
hard-won victory. Disabled men were lying about or 
being carried off the field. The rattle and roar and 
shouting were tremendous. At intervals the atmosphere 
was so full of gray-blue smoke with the deeper denser 
shadings, that both sides seemed lost. 

They wavered, returned to the attack, went through 
skilful maneuvres, but at last one side weakened irre- 
mediably, and the day was lost. 

^‘It was splendid!” cried Agatha with a long, deli- 
cious sigh through the smiles. When you know there 
is no death in it, and no real hatred, no danger, but only 

just a test of courage and training ” 

I never should want to see a real battle,” said Hope 
in a low, half-frightened tone. O, Honor, what if 
Randolph had to go away to a real war ! ” 


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303- 

There is not going to be any real war,’’ returned 
Agatha lightly. Everybody knows we are a peaceful 
nation.” 

^^But the Indian skirmishes are sometimes fatal,” ex- 
claimed Honor. 

People die everywhere,” was Agatha’s comment. 

Everybody had a certain enthusiasm and the spec- 
tators thought it a brilliant action. The older officers 
criticized with experience and perhaps a little carping.. 
The throng dispersed, some to take homeward trains,, 
others to hotels, and not a few of the younger people 
lingered under the magnificent elms and watched the 
glowing sun and the golden waves that by degrees came 
to softer tints, pinks and grays, orange and duns, leaving 
a line of black shading about the woodlands opposite. 

They were all tired and excited and made themselves- 
ready for dinner rather languidly. 

Randolph ran in. ‘‘I’ve only come to say that if you 
like to go out for a walk this evening, — and some of the 
cadets will be glad to renew their acquaintance with you, 
Honor, and Miss Losee. Everybody will be out ” 

“How splendid the charges were!” cried Agatha. 
“Are you sure no one was really wounded ? Why, I 
think it is a great deal more interesting than our first 
visit.” 

“ A few were rather disabled — but then so they are at 
a football game,” he laughed. “ Be ready, everybody.”' 

“You have a fine son, Mrs. Carew,” said Mr. Losee. 

Lyndell smiled. She was wondering if she could give 
him up as sons and husbands were given up in the civil 
war, as wives and mothers were continually doing in the 
old countries. O, would there ever be a reign of world- 
wide peace ? 


CHAPTER XIX. 


THROUGH YOUNG EYES. 


lEUTENANT FORBES came to pay his respects to 



' the ladies. Next week he was to go to the north- 
west. And there were several of the fourth-class men 
who had been yearlings with Randolph, tall, fine looking, 
soldierly fellows. Prescott had graduated with Wester- 


field. 


To-morrow night we shall be in our glory,” he be- 
gan gaily. ‘‘The old fellows are nowhere, they have to 
look on and gnaw their mustachios with envy. Only — I 
am sorry it is through with — I should like to be set back 
two years.” 

“And not go to the foundation ? ” Honor asked in a 
tone of deliciously assumed surprise. 

He shrugged his shoulders and gave his lips a funny 
little curl, while his eyes gleamed in a rather humorous 
negative. “ No. It’s not a bad discipline either. You 
get a pretty true estimate of yourself in the end. The 
one experience suffices. Only ” — lowering his voice, “I 
think it would be good for some of the old fellows to 
undergo it a second time.” 

Dell was tired but she thought it best not to thrust the 
whole supervision of the young people on Mr. and Mrs. 
Losee. And Honor had said, “ Of course you will come, 
mamma.” 

The walks were all so lovely in the soft moonlight 
that it was difficult to make a choice. Every place was 
thronged with visitors. There were several points the 


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Losees were anxious to view, although the gentleman 
admitted one might spend a month and not see all the 
wonders. He was so interested. Everything was on a 
much grander and more intelligent scale than he had 
ever imagined. The romance of the Hudson appealed 
to him and found a most enthusiastic translator in Ran- 
dolph who was really convoying the party, and planning 
to give Lieutenant Westerfield chances. 

The younger group changed about, there were four 
masculines to the three girls. When her admirer came 
around to her side Agatha felt awkward and embarrassed. 
Whether her father would consent to an engagement, 
whether she had any real right to enjoy these glances of 
adoration and little half sentences meaning so much, that 
set every pulse a tremble and filled her with an uncom- 
prehended agitation that wished him away at one mo- 
ment and was wildly glad of him the next. Her daring 
and coquetry seemed to have deserted her. 

They could have lingered till midnight, but the cadets 
"still owed their country some duty, whether early to bed 
would make them wise or not. But to-morrow night 
there would be indulgence enough. 

The others remained out later. Lieutenant Forbes 
found some seats for them. 

O, Cousin Honor, it is simply magnificent,*^ said 
Hope. <‘Of course few of the candidates just 

what it is — though I do suppose some of them have made 
excursions up here. I don’t wonder at Randolph’s choice 
now. And what a fine looking soldier he makes. Do 
you girls have as much enthusiasm about your college ? ’ ’ 

Some do — yes, a good many. Yet I believe,” laugh- 
ing a little, ‘Hhe most enthusiastic ones get — what shall 
I say — commonplace the soonest. You see — girls are 
pretty much the same all the world over.” 


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Honor flushed sitting there in the moonlight. Had 
she grown commonplace ? Last year she had been class 
president, the year before she had had honors thrust upon 

her beside her name. What it would be next year 

No, it isn’t at all like this. I think one difference is 
the purpose, and the feeling that you belong to the 
country, that you have a duty towards her. There are 
ambitious girls meaning to teach and who hope to be 
college professors. If you could always teach the 
splendid ambitious girls ! Then others intend to study a 
profession. And some go for the fun and frolic of the 
thing and have all the amusement they can get out of it^ 
caring little whether they graduate or not.” 

I can’t imagine any one being lovelier or broader or 
more intelligently delightful and sympathetic than 
mamma,” Hope said tentatively. ‘‘And she isn’t a 
college woman, but she reads French and Italian like a 
native and knows all the poets and is graceful and gra- 
cious and lovable and admired ” 

Honor stopped short with a laugh that people often 
use to cover some deep feeling or secret dissatisfaction. 

“I’m glad you didn’t want to go, Hope. There are 
many things you wouldn’t like. There are vulgar and 
self-conceited girls, there are women who have lost girl- 
hood somehow, and who are hard and dogmatic. Well 
— there are a good many lovely girls, too, only — it isn’t 
all, nor half, romance.” 

The music was still sounding in their ears, the trees 
quivered and made shadows in the moonlight. She 
leaned out of the window. It was enchanting, inspirit- 
ing. Men, even the younger ones made splendid friend- 
ships. Randolph had never changed his regard for Mr. 
Westerfield, and it had been most generous on the elder’s 
part, always a class ahead, too. 


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There was an arm thrown over her shoulder. 

dear ! ” said a half-crying, longing voice, ‘Tsn’t it 
too bad to have the nice time spoiled ! I don’t know 
how it will be. One moment it looks fair and serene, the 
next it’s all clouds and darkness. Papa does admire 
Lieutenant Westerfield, — I overheard him tell a gentleman. 
Then he says nasty captious little things to me.” 

You are the one to wait, to give in, Agatha. You 
didn’t quite keep your word.” 

But I did not make any promises. I do not think I 
even said yes. And of course I’m going back. I shall 
graduate if I set up o’nights and get red rims around my 
eyes and grow lank and sallow. But you see — Olin 
doesn’t know what to say, it’s hard on him. He puts 
little squeezes in my hand and quotes poetry to me, so I 
know what he means, but it isn’t like saying it right out. 
There is such an absolute deliciousness in thinking you 
are the only two people in the world and all the rest are 
shadows.” 

Honor could not forbear laughing. 

^Hf he only would allow us to be engaged! And 
writing a letter once a month wouldn’t take much time,” 
Agatha pleaded. 

^^But it would go over and over in your mind a thou- 
sand times,” said Honor severely. 

I’m so wretched ! ” in an appealing tone. 

^^Go to bed at once. You are tired and sleepy,’^ 
commanded Honor. 

How can any one be so silly when it is only wait- 
ing,” thought Honor. ^^And if college discipline 

doesn’t do more than that for any one And if 

that is love ” 

But the morning was magnificent. The grounds were 
a dazzle of white and gray and gold and crimson and 


3o8 a SHERBURNE INHERITANCE. 

yellow without the glitter, and such training and man- 
ners that every onlooker was fascinated. There were 
still many things and places to visit and Honor really 
wondered at the fine courtesy of the officers at many of 
the useless, almost impertinent questions. 

But everything was eclipsed by the graduation ball. 
It had not been so fine for years, it was admitted on all 
sides. Many distinguished visitors were present, and 
sauntered around while the younger portion danced. 
Cards overflowed until no margins were left, although it 
seemed as if the room was full of diaphanous fairies, 
still there was not enough to go round. And how beau- 
tifully they danced. Hope spoke of that. She was 
really fascinated. As for Agatha Losee — she took her 
head and flirted, truly, desperately. Her father looked 
on in amazement. If so many men were eager for the 
smiles of his girl — among them no doubt some unde- 
sirable parties — perhaps he had better relent a little. 

Honor did wish Edward Sherburne was there. Hope 
was so radiant, there were so many lovely girls — but if 
he turned ‘off unamiable ! Everybody was saying he 
had improved so much, and certainly he was charming 
in that little Christmas episode. 

‘^This is one of the nights one wants a month long," 
Agatha said with a tense breath of irrepressible delight. 
If love-making was tabooed, delight was not. 

Dell and Mrs. Drayton had enjoyed it with unfeigned 
satisfaction. They had met several Southern officers, 
and there was much cordial conversation. It was a 
pleasure too, to see some of the famous men of other 
days, and some who were to be famous sooner than any 
one thought them. 

They were to return the next morning. Randolph 
was sorry, but for the next fortnight he would be very 


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309 

much engaged, and would hardly have an hour to devote 
to them. 

^^Then later in the season you can all come up again,*' 
he said. ^‘The crowd will be over and there are so 
many things for Hope to see, and the rows on the 
river are magnificent. O yes, you must come up again. 
And next year this will all be done over in my be- 
half!” 

He flushed with some manly pride as he caught the 
shining light in his mother’s eyes. 

^^But I must gather them all up to do honor to me,” 
interposed his sister. It will be too bad. I can’t 
give up all the glory, however.” 

His face shadowed a little. I suppose I will have to 
yield to you,” he answered gravely. ‘^But the dates 
may be a little different.’* 

To their great surprise Mr. Losee announced that he 
had engaged board until the following Monday. It was 
not at all likely he should ever have the same opportunity, 
as he did not come east often, and now that he was here 
he wanted to do the place thoroughly. It gave one 
a much more correct idea of what government was doing 
for the country, and the kind of young men who were 
being trained to fill the places as the elder ones dropped 
out. It broadened a man’s ideas. 

The others took the boat home and had a most en- 
trancing sail. 

<‘It broadens a girl’s ideas, too,” said Hope, with a 
joyous little laugh. Soldiers, cadets I mean, are very 
fascinating. They enjoy everything in such a whole- 
hearted way. What a pity society young men generally 
seem so bored.” 

These earn their pleasures,” returned Auntie DelL 
‘‘ They do not have a surfeit of them.” 


3-10 A SHERBURNE INHERITANCE. 

Honor mused over Agatha’s almost hysterical joy. 
All would go right with her now. 

Mr. Drayton had enjoyed it quite as much as the 
ladies. They were planning a journey to California. It 
had been some years since Reese Drayton had seen the 
pretty town that had grown out of his half-sanitarium 
idea, but once indeed since its start. It had prospered 
wonderfully. While in no sense a cooperative scheme, 
it held out a cordial and strengthening hand to the weak 
members of the great cities who were in earnest in 
-chances to accept the opportunity of reformation, and 
were willing by industry and perseverance to earn homes 
of their own. He wanted to visit this work of his and 
Dr. Carew’s brain and hands, and the Osborne cousins, 
Gifford Lepage, who had developed into a fine man, 
^nd had been a member of the state legislature. They 
tried to persuade Dell to join them. 

‘‘It is not so pleasant a time for a journey across the 
continent,” Mr. Drayton said, “but we shall not return 
until autumn. We did not want to break into Carew’s 
studies to go earlier, and then there was all this gayety 
Hope was anxious to share.” 

“It does seem too bad,” declared Honor, “that we 
can’t go next year, but I must have some glory, and I 
cannot run away this time. I’ve done it twice already. 
And next year I shall be part of the show, and I shall 
want you all.” 

They had a joyful welcome at home. Reese had 
passed with honors and was highly delighted, the doctor 
was eager to hear about Randolph. 

“And he has grown absolutely handsome, or else it is 
the soldier trappings,” said Honor. “ Papa, he looks 
more and more like you ; ” smiling in a gratified fashion. 

‘ ‘ Thank you, my dear. ’ ’ He kissed his daughter fondly. 


THROUGH YOUNG EYES. 


3i£ 

You are the best kind of handsome, noble within 
and without. I wouldn’t change you for the most mag- 
nificent officer at West Point, and there are some splen- 
did ones.” 

have no words to reply to that,” and he bowed 
graciously. 

‘‘I do wonder where you would like to go. Honor? ” 
her mother asked. 

^^Just nowhere at all. I want a taste of home life 
with you,” she said. ‘^But if you could spare Florence 
to go with Aunt Milly. Hope is so very fond of her.” 

I am afraid she would be homesick. And next year 
we will all go. Your father will have earned a vacation. 
Honor, you don’t know how much I am counting on you 
for a home daughter. I have sometimes quite envied 
Aunt Milly.” 

There was a suspicious softness in Honor’s eyes, a 
gladness, too. She clasped her arms about her mother’s 
neck and kissed her fondly. Lyndell felt she was grow- 
ing deeper in her children’s hearts. But the wanderer, 
she often mused over her and wondered. She could not 
have endured it she thought, if it had not been for the 
other mother, who loved her as if she had been of her 
own flesh. 

The Losees came back with the young lieutenant in 
their train, who was to accompany them home and spend 
a short time while he was waiting for an appointment. 
There was some engineering work to be done in northern 
Michigan, and he had put in an application to be ap- 
pointed on the corps. 

Agatha was radiantly happy. Mr. Losee grumbled a 
little and called himself an old fool and weak-minded to 
be led about by a girl’s whims. Mrs. Losee was proud 
of her son-in-law elect. 


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** But it is rather hard to be a modern mother,” she 
admitted confidentially to Mrs. Carew. There were 
three of us girls at home, Jane was married at twenty. I 
was not quite eighteen. Mr. Losee lived in the neigh- 
borhood and I was engaged a year and a half while he 
was getting something together. It was a very happy 
time and mother took so much interest in us. I was 
twenty-two when I married, and Lucy was seventeen. 
James was between. Lucy was almost twenty-three when 
she was married ; so all those years mother had a daugh- 
ter at home. Agatha was at boarding-school a year, and 
now there’ll be four at college and then she will go away 
somewhere. Since she was seventeen I haven’t had any 
real good of her. One might almost as well be without 
children. One son is married, one is in South 
America, both are older than Agatha. And now 
I shall be left alone. If I could have had these four 
years ! ” 

It did seem a sorrowful fact, hard to be borne. Sup- 
pose she had had only Millicent ? 

‘^Of course I shall graduate,” Agatha said to Honor. 

If I had not gone to college and had that lovely visit 
with you and West Point and all, I shouldn’t have met 
Olin. Perhaps college deserves the credit of that. But 
what an awful bore it will be all next year, studying such 
a lot of things that you are going to forget in the real 
world. There’ll be the senior play and the procession 
and all the tiresome exercises — oh, I do hope I won’t be 
an honor girl, and the class supper and a thousand other 
doings at the last when you want to fly on the wings of 
the wind. Education in the things you will never use is 
throwing time away. There are more splendid purposes 
to life, indeed a lot of girls and women together get nar- 
row, don’t you think so and opinionated, and all that? 


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313 


One really doesn’t know what life truly is until one loves 
and takes all the sacredness of another’s soul into one’s 
keeping. And think what heroic stories of devotion we 
have read about women who had no education at all. 
O, grades, and wonderful translations that were rendered 
as well hundreds of years ago, and a bit of foolish verse 
and the essential purpose of the something or other will 
not make us as fine and broad and give us the lovely ex- 
perience of life. So much of the talk about education is 
clear bosh. I think one reason why papa listened to my 
foolish wish for a college education was owing to what a 
friend said that in any reverse of fortune you could fall 
back upon your education. Think of me after fifteen 
years or so, with wrinkles round my eyes and hair turn- 
ing white at the temples and having forgotten half I 
learned, trying to compete with the young girls fresh 
from the academic shades with all the new isms that were 
not taught in our day ! We should be relegated to a 
back seat or advised to go out to some western hamlet 
where only the three R’s were needed.” 

Agatha stopped to laugh and catch her breath ; Honor 
remembered how enthusiastic she had been with all her 
fun and nonsense that first year. There were other 
instances where love had come along and put out the fires 
of ambition. 

Olin is very proud of me,” she continued. We are 
going to keep up in our French and German, and I mean 
to learn Spanish, it’s such a pretty musical language, and 
we can talk that. He might go to Mexico some time, and 
many of the half breeds in California use Spanish. You 
can never tell quite where an army officer will be sent. 
But dear me, we shall have to spend the first two years in 
absolute courtship, for we’ve been deprived of all its 
sweetness and shall be another year, though I think we 


314 A SHERBURNE INHERITANCE. 

will be able to write to each other. Honor, do say you’re 
glad, don’t look like a post.” 

Honor smiled. am glad of whatever makes you 
happy, ” she said in a tone of sweet sincerity. 

‘‘And I do hope you’ll have a lover. You will not 
know anything about the real bliss of living until then. 
It’s queer that your brother’s dearest friend should not 
have taken the fancy to you. That is the way they do in 
books. Are you quite sure there isn’t some one you are 
keeping yourself for ? The young doctor who comes in 
here ” 

“Nonsense!” returned Honor rather sharply. “I 
shall let lovers alone for a whole year yet.” 

“ O, you wouldn’t if somebody adored you way down 
to the ground, and said the loveliest things to you 1 We 
had such a splendid time coming down on the boat. 
And I hope Olin will not get his appointment under a 
whole month, for papa will go on liking him more and 
more. He just can’t help it 1 ” 

Lieutenant Westerfield came to call and was the happy 
escort of the girls up to the park where they had a 
delightful luncheon and spent the afternoon over the 
pictures, though Honor studied them much more atten- 
tively than the lovers. Ned Beaumanoir had gone away, 
and the Kenneths, even the Murrays had flitted to a 
cottage on Long Island. Though Honor felt there was 
really no need of looking up diversion for Agatha. 

After the Losees had gone Honor and her mother had 
some sweet, confidential times. 

“I was very much taken with Agatha at first,” she 
admitted. “ She was so eager and ambitious and bright. 
All the girls liked her. Annie North liked me, and was 
half homesick. But as some one says there are very few 
friendships formed from election on both sides. This 


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year I’ve made some other friends, two in the graduating 
class that chose me, I think. Miss Gilbert is going to teach 
right here in the city and Miss Bradford, who was the 
class poet and writes exquisite little things, stories as 
well, has a position on a magazine and is to do some 
reading for a publishing house. I want her to know you 
and Aunt Milly. She is really splendid. As soon as she 
can she means to take a flat and bring her mother, and 
her sister who is incurably lame, and they will keep house 
together. She stands for some of the best element in 
college.” 

I shall be glad to give her a warm welcome, dear, ” 
returned the mother. 

<<They have a little cottage in Connecticut, near the 
Sound and will stay there all the rest of the summer. 
They each have a small income. Isabel has spent hers 
on her education, but now she can make it up. She will 
be such a stranger that I know she will be glad enough to 
get acquainted with you.” 

‘‘One’s fancies change as one grows older,” said Mrs. 
Carew with some gravity. “ I am glad to have you take in 
wider views, and be able to appreciate girls of a different 
stamp. Although Agatha is very entertaining, and Mr. 
Losee is an intelligent, shrewd and well informed business 
man. I liked him much better than I supposed I should 
at first, with his queer dogmatisms. And Mrs. Losee 
should have had two or three daughters.” 

“And you are very glad to have me.” 

Honor smiled out of dewy eyes. 

“ More than glad, and thankful,” with answering love 
in her own eyes. “And I want us to be the dearest of 
friends as time goes on. I hope you may be satisfied 
to be a home girl for a few years. I wonder if daughters 
realize how sweet companionship is to the mother. ’ ’ 




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O mamma, I want to. Hope and Aunt Milly are so 
charming.” 

Yes, this was a child for herself as she had said in the 
beginning. She had lost her grasp on Millicent some 
way, but Honor’s frankness and simplicity had always 
gone straight to her heart. 

She said now and then with a sigh ‘‘poor Millicent.” 
Why she did not know, but there was a mother’s uner- 
ring misgiving. The outward life seemed full of pleasure. 
There had been delightful Honolulu with its beauty and 
wealth of flowers, there had been months of absolute, 
entertaining housekeeping in Japan. Then there had 
been the quaint old cities of China, and India, and there 
the elder Mrs. Henderson had met friends. After that 
the Holy Land — Egypt where Mr. Henderson had been 
ill for awhile, and then Millicent had expressed longings 
for her own people, a curious yearning that seemed like 
homesickness. Italy, the German cities, Spain for Mr. 
Henderson’s health, the quaint old French towns full of 
history and marvelous incident ; to crown all Paris. 

‘‘We hardly want to go away,” declared Honor. 
“There are so few of us and we have so much space. 
Then it is lovely to have time to think, to read and 
remember, and consider. We rush so at college — it is 
not all study either, games and pleasure and diversion. 
And here I can browse. That is such an expressive, 
leisurely word,” laughing a little. “The people who 
have to stay at home most of the year round are the ones 
who ought to go away ; and the ones who have been away 
— why mamma, then you are entitled to the change ! ” 

“ It is a change for me. There are so few calls and 
entertainments and plans, and, ” with a gesture that was 
at once amusing and relaxing, “ clubs and 
societies. We must be doing for our fellow-creatures, or 


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317 


life would become too selfish. But it is good to have the 
rest. You know we enjoyed a little of it last summer.” 

Reese had gone to Lake George to camp out. Dr. 
Carew was done with lectures and classes and devoted 
some of his time to home pleasures, enjoying his daughter 
immensely. They drove about the park, they read 
summer literature in prose and verse, they discussed their 
favorite heroes, they planned tours for the coming years. 
Lyndell listened and smiled. Florence prattled in the 
gay innocence of hardly outgrown childhood, so tenderly 
attractive to the mother. Now and then a sail up the 
Hudson or down the Jersey coast, a few days spent some- 
where that made the quiet, restful home seem all the 
sweeter. 

Honor was playing one evening for a few of Florence's 
friends who had been in to tea. Lyndell was in her 
room in a cool white gown, with a low light that gave a 
mysterious air to the room. 

O, you are alone ! I am glad,” exclaimed the doctor 
as he entered. 

There was a troubled expression in his face. 

O, what has happened ! Grandpapa ” 

The elder doctor had been rather ailing for a few days, 
but he was having a robust old age. 

Grandpapa is all right. Randolph too, I suppose," 
with a faint sort of smile. 

‘‘Then it is Millicent.” 

“Millicent is well and has improved beyond every- 
thing. I have a letter from Mrs. Henderson. I laid it 
down in the office just before I came to dinner, meaning 
to bring it home and forgot it. There were two rather 
perplexing cases when I went back. Then as soon as 
I had leisure I read it.” 

“ From Mrs. Henderson ? ” 


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‘^Well she has written you know. I asked her to. 
She is always enthusiastic about Millicent. She loves 
her, that I cannot doubt. But it seems as if she had 
something to make up to her. Can you remember now 
how little either of them have said about Mr. Henderson ? 
I wanted to know the nature of his illness while they were 
at Bombay, and again in Egypt, but there were no defi- 
nite accounts. And now they are coming home as soon 
as he is able to travel.” 

111 again ? ” in an apprehensive tone. 

Read the letter. And you will see they want a 
house, servants and everything. They are all tired of 
roaming and wish to be settled. She has written to the 
trustee, and we are to proceed at once. They will be 
home by the middle of September.” 

Lyndell turned up the light and began to read. There 
was nothing especially alarming. Charlton had been 
very ill and was better, but his mother thought now that 
he ought to be under the steady care of a physician. 
They all wanted a home. Then followed directions as 
to the kind of house they desired, which they preferred to 
have quite up town, a detached house if possible, with 
some ground space, if old-fashioned there would be no 
objection if it could have all modern improvements. A 
lease of some years would be preferable. Mr. Trask was 
empowered to do all the necessary business, but she pre- 
ferred to trust the doctor as to location, conveniences, 
and arrangement of rooms. The furnishing she would be 
glad to leave to Mrs. Carew. There were certain articles 
they had accumulated, there were some things stored in 
the city. Of both she sent a list. 

consider her an admirable business woman,” ex- 
claimed the doctor. Not a word is wasted and how 
explicit everything is ! What puzzles me is how such a 


THROUGH YOUNG EYES, 


woman, and a strong-minded, far-seeing business man 
such as the father must have been, could have had such 
a son. Or was it in the training ! I suppose he is their 
child!” 

Lyndell looked alarmed. 

People do queer things for money sometimes.” The 
doctor gave an expressive little shrug. 

O you can’t think ” 

do not think anything, really. We shall find out 
the facts some time. But I am more glad than I can ex- 
press to have Millicent back.” 

We should never have consented to the marriage,” 
said Lyndell decisively. 

That is quite easily said now. I am not sure but 
we were all fascinated with Mrs. Henderson. So were 
the Kenneths, and many others. She never crowded in. 
anywhere, but society was very ready to take her up^ 
She was intelligent, broadly so, cultivated on many lines,, 
charming when she chose, generous, lacking the one 
thing to make her a grand woman, the belief in something 
higher and nobler than herself. If it had not been for 
her son I should have cultivated her from the beginning. 
She would have been an interesting study to me.” 

^Hn all this time Millicent has never once expressed 
an ardent desire to be at home,” rejoined the mother 
with a secret pang, thinking her own thoughts. 

She loved him at first, or was fascinated. I had a 
hope the fancy would wear itself out when I consented to 
the engagement. Decided opposition might have fanned 
the flame, perhaps covert opposition did the same thing. 
The wonder to me is that he was not attracted to some 
handsomer girl, or one with more society charms.” 

He did not care for society. Her playing seemed to 
answer some hidden need of his nature. He certainly 


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was a person not easily understood — I always felt that. 
He must have offered her some delicate flattery. For in 
many things she was the very refinement of a certain 
fastidiousness that is often difficult to manage.” 

Lyndell was puzzled. Her own nature and experience 
had been so different from this. 

We cannot account for all the loves in the world or 
the apparent loves even,” with a grave smile. ‘^And 
there are many other mysteries.” 

But I am afraid — I know she has not been happy ” — 
and the mother’s tone was full of anguish. 

My dear wife,” and he drew her tenderly to his 
bosom, ^^we must not forget that Millicent took her own 
way. She came to neither of us for counsel. She 
listened sweetly, patiently, but I questioned even then 
whether it made much impression. Some rather stub- 
born natures are as hard to guide as the volatile ones. 
And after the private marriage there was but one course, 
which we accepted. Now we can only wait until she 
comes. We can bear each others’ burthens, but we are 
not asked to take each others’ sins upon ourselves. One 
did that for the whole world. We must leave them with 
Him, since He knows the secrets of every heart. Do 
you realize that is knowing us better than we know our- 
selves.” 


CHAPTER XX. 


UNDERCURRENTS. 

* MAMMA, listen!” exclaimed Honor. ‘^This 
is Sherburne’s letter. Aunt Tessy and the two 
girls are going to Newport for a week, Sherburne of course. 
And he, they all insist I shall go with them. Some friend 
of Sherburne’s has a yacht and will take them out two 
days. Why, they will be here to-morrow.” 

Her face was flushed, her voice had a curious tremble 
in it. 

Why, that is quite delightful. You will goof course. 
You ought to have one little excursion. And I think I 
was reading that some of the splendid war vessels are 
anchored there.” 

Honor looked undecided. 

Her mother laughed. ‘^Are you afraid you will 
quarrel ? Honor, you are old enough to outgrow such 
silliness. And I dare say Sherburne has outgrown it as 
well. Beside there will be no one to interfere with his 
royal highness.” 

‘‘I don’t like royal highnesses very much.” There 
was a pretty pout to her rosy mouth. 

‘‘But Aunt Tessy is very fond of you.” 

“ I had made up my mind not to leave you. We are 
liaving such a good time.” 

She kissed her mother in a coaxing fashion. 

“ Suppose I wish you to go ? For a week or ten days 
I shall be very much engrossed with some matters papa 
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has in hand. And I think he would like it. It was 
nice in them to include you.” 

Honor still looked undecided. Did she really not care 
for the pleasure ? She was usually so eager. 

Then they will be here ” 

To-morrow morning. Aunt Tessy wants to shop a 
little. They will not start until Friday — by the boat.” 

‘‘Then you need not decide this moment.” 

“Honor, come and play duets with me,” entreated 
Florence. 

It would be silly to refuse without any just cause. 
She and Sherburne were very good friends again. He 
had written her some fine friendly letters, and seemed in- 
terested in her progress at college. 

Dr. Carew gave his assent at once. Aunt Tessy and 
the cousins took it for granted. Della and Milly were 
quite grown up, rather pretty girls with soft dark eyes 
and hair, nice clear complexions and slim, graceful 
figures, so much taller than their mother that if one did 
not see her face she would have been taken for a younger 
girl. Sherburne was in the best of spirits, and charm- 
ing. 

“ Hope wrote us a most enthusiastic account of the 
West Point trip,” he said. “ I really should have en- 
joyed being with you. But I had made myself such an 
unmitigated nuisance on the earlier visit that you did 
quite right to omit me. And there was a romantic love 
affair ” — studying her with a smiling glance. 

“ Miss Losee’s? Yes. There was a cruel parent who 
said she should have no lovers in her college course, but 
he has given in and all is serene.” 

“The end of it all — the natural end. So college girls 
do place marriage above education, and love has not lost 
its charm? The contrary is the general belief I find.” 


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325 


Agatha is to come back and graduate. O/’ in- 
differently, numbers of the girls have lovers. One young 
woman in our House is engaged to a young licentiate 
and they will go out next fall as missionaries. ’ ’ 

^^Miss Losee would pursue fun and admiration more 
notably than knowledge, I should think.’’ 

She is a good scholar ” — decisively. 

Will she make a better wife for her four years’ train- 
ing ? And what is the young man like ? ” 

^‘Perhaps you do not remember him. He is Ran- 
dolph’s fast friend, and was a year ahead of him, now 
Lieutenant Westerfield.” 

Sherburne shook his head. ^^My most vivid recol- 
lection was a parterre of sweet and pretty girls, and bees 
in gray and white and gold swooping down on them. 
Civilians stood no chance. Did you think I would mis- 
behave myself that you left me out ? ’ ’ 

^Ht was not my show. Miss Losee and Randolph 
managed it. The lieutenant was to be graduated, and 
next year I should have to decline the festivities on ac- 
count of my own grand termination, you know. Then 
there was the ball.” 

^^Magnificent I suppose? Did you disdain the flush- 
ing yearlings ? ’ ’ 

Remember Randolph was a yearling then ; ” a little 
cloud of affront flying over her face. 

suppose we all were in our day,” laughing good- 
humoredly. You have promised to invite me to yours, 
you know.” 

Class day is the prettiest.” 

O, I mean to take it all in. Truly it is a pity you 
both come at the same time. How will you divide? ” 
‘^Papa couldn’t go up. He will go next year and 
mamma and Aunt Milly’s household will come to me.” 


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think the girls would like to. Della will be a full- 
fledged society girl. She will come up to Washington. 
And then I suppose there will be lovers.” 

‘‘Of course, nof being a college girl ; ” archly. 

He was not to be easily put out. 

That evening it was settled, Honor thought without 
her assent. She asked Aunt Tessy rather mischievously 
what she would do with a crowd of girls, but auntie did 
not seem alarmed over the prospect. She was fain to in- 
clude Florence, but Dell negatived the plan. 

Truly it was very pleasant. Sherburne found some 
acquaintances at the hotel, and a naval officer was very 
polite and attentive to them. They went over the great 
man-of-war, delighted with the wonderful order and 
cleanliness, and the fine appearance of the men. 
One of the officers had served under Captain Harry 
Lepage, and Sherburne felt quite proud of the relation- 
ship. 

Then the two days yachting was most delightful. 
Honor was bright and charming, rather amused to see 
some of the old jealousy cropping out. 

“For Sherburne is so very amiable that I feel almost 
afraid something will happen to him,” she said to herself 
in a mischievous fashion. 

After that he succeeded in getting invitations to a hop, 
and though Aunt Tessy declared none of them had any 
regular dancing gowns, he said they would merely prom- 
enade and look at the others. But he did persuade 
Honor to dance once with him, and then a Middy that 
she had met on the vessel begged for a turn. 

“You are such a beautiful dancer that it would be a 
great pleasure to have you for a partner,” he pleaded. 
And almost before she knew it she was engaged for an- 
other. If her white gown was very simple the ease and 


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grace of her motions, and the thorough enjoyment 
made her quite an attraction. 

There were so many beautiful new places and quaint 
old places to see that the week was all too short. Della 
was enthusiastic. 

Washington is half as nice, I shall be glad and 
thankful,” Della confided with sparkling eyes, and joy- 
ous voice. You’re so sweet. Cousin Honor, and yoa 
make one feel so at home. Edward said it would be 
twice as nice if we could persuade you to come with us,, 
and it is. How lovely it would be if you were in Wash- 
ington, too. Cousin Pearl thinks she may spend a month 
or two. She is charming. There are so many delight- 
ful people in the world.” 

Honor smiled at the girl’s gladness and outspoken joy. 
They were both so proud of their brother, and Aunt 
Tessy’s eyes smiled back to him so readily. 

You are not sorry you came?” he said as they were 
returning. ** It really was very good of you. And you 
have given the girls so much pleasure. Mother would 
hardly have known herself if there had not been some 
one to keep her in countenance.” 

you could have done that,” returned Honor. 
** Indeed it is largely owing to you that the stay was so 
enjoyable. A man can do so many things where a 
woman has to hesitate a little.” 

She had seen too how ready every one was to pay 
Sherburne little courtesies. He had such a suave, re- 
fined manner. Had she seen him at his worst heretofore ? 
And she, too, had adopted many of the delicate society 
graces, quite necessary if one cared to make the wheels 
revolve smoothly. She was a little proud of such a 
handsome and distinguished escort. 

‘^1 was so glad to have you dance that evening at the 


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hop. I was afraid you wouldn’t. But you do it so en- 
chantingly ” 

stop there,” cried Honor flushing. << You might 
be laughing at me.” 

But I am not,” he appended quickly. ‘‘ I really want 
to thank you ’ ’ 

We shall quarrel over compliments presently,” she 
said with much of her old vivacity and spirit. ^^You 
were in some degree the host and I the guest. I should 
have looked well being disagreeable. And I have had a 
very nice time.” Her tone was rather incisive. 

He flushed thinking of the times he had not rendered 
himself agreeable, but he made a gentle inclination of 
the head, as if he cordially accepted her statement. 

I wish you would go home with mother for a week 
or so. ’ ’ His tone was gently persuasive. 

O, I couldn’t possibly. There is a fall wardrobe to 
get in order, for one must dress even if the harbor bar 
lies moaning — over backwardness and forgotten lessons. 
I want to brighten up a bit too, and go over some tough 
old things and get at least two essays in order, so you 
will have to admit that vacation has come practically to 
an end for me.” 

There is only one year more. Are you glad or 
sorry ? You are not going off anywhere to teach, are 
you?” 

No. I’m going to take a term of staying at home 
and being a mother girl.” 

Sherburne nodded and smiled rather mysteriously. 

Why don’t you say ‘ you could have done that with- 
out all these four years of study ! And what are you 
going to do with all the isms and ologies ? ’ And fifty 
other things. You are too amiable,” cried Honor 
sharply. 


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327 


Don’t you remember we promised each other last 
winter we wouldn’t quarrel any more? Father and 
Auntie Dell once had a dreadful time, though I believe 
that was about a falsehood some girl told, and after a 
little they became the best of friends. I think father 
doesn’t love Aunt Milly a bit better than he loves your 
mother. And since we’ve had the Sherburne feud we 
ought to have the Sherburne peace. ’ ’ 

Honor’s face was scarlet. She would not look up. 
Why did she want to provoke him again ? 

Aunt Tessy had a good many sweet things to say 
about Honor. She hardly knew what they would have 
done without her, and the girls besieged her to go home 
with them just for a week if no more. 

It was delightful to inspire so much enthusiasm and 
tender regard. The Beaumanoir girls were very youth- 
ful, but very sweet and sensible too. 

^^And if you can’t come in the winter” — Della be- 
gan regretfully — ^^oh Auntie Dell, if you could all come 
and keep Christmas with us ! ” 

Don’t count on so slender a chance.” Auntie Dell 
was smiling in a comforting sort of way, though there 
was a half worried expression in her eyes. But she was 
not going to spoil Tessy’s visit with any care of her own. 

^^Well next year then, next summer. Honor I half 
thought I should be afraid of you, but you are just as 

sweet and full of fun ’ ’ 

‘^As if she had not been three years in a college,” 
suggested Sherburne laughingly. 

After they had said good-bye, Lyndell told Honor 
the Hendersons would be home the third week of Sep- 
tember. 

dear, just too late for me ! ” she exclaimed. I 
ought to stay, but there will be the getting settled and 


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some new teachers to interview, and I want to begin with 
the very first of everything. This is the decisive year, 
really. And the fortnight with Aunt Tessy and the 
girls ’ * 

Her mother bent over from her desk and kissed her. 

Honor,” she said in a tenderly appreciative tone, ‘‘I 
want to thank you for your sweet courtesy to the girls. 
I think you are growing more thoughtful for others, more 
patient with the little daily events that make up so much 
of life. Because one has high aims it should not make 
them regardless of the minor excellencies we can find in 
almost every character.” 

‘‘I’m afraid I haven’t very high aims — ” hesita- 
tingly, raising her eyes with a rather deprecating expres- 
sion. 

“ The highest aims are what a Virginian author of 
more than half a century ago called ‘ the small sweet 
courtesies of life. ’ ’ ’ 

She had begun to consider a little what real living 
meant. It was something above physical enjoyment, it 
had new and broader meanings. 

She was very much interested in the house, they had 
found one with a strip of land on one side that gave a 
space for grass and shrubbery. The next place was ivy 
grown, old English ivy that kept a certain amount cf 
greenness all winter. It had needed considerable repair- 
ing for it had been standing empty, and the owner living 
abroad was very glad of a five years’ tenant who did not 
want the whole house remodeled. 

Honor had an unexpected delight in a call from Miss 
Bradford. Here was a really fine girl worth cultivating, 
Lyndell decided, and she was pleased at Honor’s dis- 
crimination. An interesting face with certain lines of 
strength, womanly, refined and intellectual. She was 


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sorry Honor could not have her companionship this im- 
portant year. 

*^And you will introduce her to Aunt Milly as soon as 
she comes back?” Honor besought. She is just the 
one to appreciate the delightful society and charming 
conversation Aunt Milly deals out so generously.” 

I like her for myself,” said mamma with a heartsome 
smile. I shall keep a little of her for myself.” 

And you will write me all about Millicent. Mamma, 
do you think she is very happy ? For I can’t imagine 
the dreadful disappointment if you had idealized one 
very strongly and found out it was a great mistake. I 
suppose Milly writes about her inner self to you, but her 
infrequent notes to me are all concerning outside matters. 
I am glad Florence is more demonstrative. But I think 
we will not send her to college, mamma, unless she 
shows signs of being a genius,” a bright smile illumining 
her face. 

Reese came home brown and sturdy, ready to begin 
the old round, and everybody who had places to fill and 
duties to take up were hurrying to and fro. Honor 
packed her trunks and said in her heart she was home- 
sick beforehand, but she put on a brave front. She had 
a misgiving that her mother did not feel altogether right 
about Millicent. But she was too delicate to uncover 
any possible sorrow. 

So she went her way and was so warmly welcomed by 
a host of girls and some of the teachers she cared for 
most, that she forgot about the homesickness, or that 
there could be any pressing anxiety in the world. Her 
very smile irradiated sunshine. 

And now that everything was settled to the ordinary 
groove, Lyndell’s heart beat with a suffocating throb 
when she thought of her daughter. Would they always 


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be Strangers yet,” though bound by the closest of ties? 
O, what could she do? She prayed for strength, for 
wisdom, and that she might accept part of whatever bur- 
then was laid upon her child, inwardly protesting that 
there should be any burthen. 

The steamer was a day late. She felt as if there had 
been a great reprieve. And yet she must suffer it all 
over to-morrow, face this dread unknown. 

Steamers came in filled to the utmost at this season. 
Every spot was thronged with friends who had been wait- 
ing for hours. 

^‘We will drive around,” Dr. Carew said. ‘‘There is 
no sense in adding to this jam.” So another hour of 
impatience was consumed, and when they returned the 
crowd had thinned out a little. Leaving the driver to 
care for the carriage, they made their way through. 
Some of the stateroom doors were open and already de- 
serted by those who had entered them a week ago with 
such alacrity and gladness. 

They peered about. “ Perhaps they are up on deck,” 
suggested Lyndell. 

Dr. Carew caught sight of Mrs. Henderson. Had the 
woman some mysterious secret of imperishable vigor? 
For she seemed scarcely to have changed in the two 
years. He made his way over to her and Dell followed. 

“You are so good to come — though I knew you 
would,” she began. “ Millicent is in the stateroom 
gathering up a few last things. Will you go to 
her?” 

This was to Mrs. Carew, and she made a little gesture 
with her hand. Dell took a few swift steps and the next 
instant had clasped her -daughter to her heart. Neither 
could have spoken. 

“And — your son?” exclaimed Dr. Carew in an in- 


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331 


cisive manner, yet struck with a sudden pity for the 
mother. 

He is up on deck. We were all watching an hour or 
so ago. This is the worst part of the home-coming. ’ ’ She 
gave a vague, conventional smile. And the house? ” 

^‘We -have gone as far as we could. I hope you will 
like it. It is — rather out of fashion’s line.” 

‘‘Yes, I did not want to be surrounded by throngs of 
society people. We have had enough of that and are 
longing for quiet. Have you succeeded in getting serv- 
ants? ” There was a touch of nervousness about her. 

“An excellent cook, I believe. Mr. Trask found her. 
The other is of my wife’s choosing.” 

“We can go there at once ? ” 

“ If you prefer it.” 

“I think it would be as well. The maid will remain 
here until all the things have been inspected. They have 
gone over some of the trunks. We will take those with 
us. Shall we go up-stairs and find my son ? Dr. Carew, 
can you wait until to-morrow to hear the story ? It is 
yours by right. Part of it can be easily guessed.” 

He could not but admire the wonderful self-possession. 
They threaded their way in and out, among the various 
groups. If she had suffered it did not show. Ah, yes — 
there was a certain compression of the mouth, perhaps a 
line in the forehead, but some strong will had kept the 
mastery of the face. 

The throng on the deck had quite thinned out. A 
gentleman rose from a seat before they had gone far and 
advanced towards them. He was well kept, well attired, 
and had an air of fastidiousness. There was a curiously 
vapid smile on his face, and the fine skin was beginning 
to be wrinkled. The eyes told the story at once, and 
Dr. Carew knew that before him stood another victim of 


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a dangerous pernicious drug that was the ruin of many 
souls as well as bodies. 

am so glad to get home,” he said as he clasped 
the doctor’s hand, but the tone was lifeless with no ring 
in it. have had enough wandering about to last 

a century. And I have brought your daughter back 
well and safe. She has found so many things to enjoy. 
But now we mean to settle down and live our own life. 
We have brought home exquisite reminders of our jour- 
neying. But I am tired, tired.” 

The face settled into fretful lines and the eyes looked 
over to the great city vacantly. Then he turned to his 
mother in a half helpless questioning fashion. 

We will go down. Mrs. Carew has come also.” 

Yes, and I have not seen my daughter yet,” added 
the doctor. For an instant his whole soul protested. 

Charlton caught his arm as they reached the stairway, 
have been very good to her,” he whispered. ‘‘I 
love her. You cannot take her away from me.” 

O no,” was the ready, consoling reply. 

Millicent had gone straight to her mother’s arms with 
a glad cry. For moments they stood locked in each 
other’s embrace. But it was Millicent who recovered 
her self-possession first. 

^^It has all been splendid! Two marvelous years,, 
mamma, and a wonderful world, enough to inspire one. 
I have longed for you all, and counted on the home- 
coming. We should have spent the winter in Great 
Britain, but for Charlton’s health, that is the only coun- 
try we have not seen, your birthplace.” 

And you have been well? ” Dell asked it in a cu- 
rious nervous strain. Had there been any poignant 
sorrow ? 


Look at me, mamma ! ” 


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333 


She straightened herself up. The figure had filled 
out, though she was still slim, there was a power and 
dignity in the face that had not been a part of the girl’s 
unformed character. The eyes were wet and lustrous 
with tears, but they told no tales of anguish. 

‘‘I have never been really ill — seasickness does not 
count, though I have gotten mostly over that and become 
a capital traveler. And all the rest ! O, to think God 
has taken care of us and brought us all together again. 
That is enough to fill one with rejoicing. And there are 
many things — it will be a long, long while before they 
are all talked over. But we shall see each other every 
day — oh, mamma, don’t cry, or if you do, let it be for 
very joy. For in these two years I have learned the 
higher truths, most of all how to love you. Why — I 
was an ignorant child when I went away, self-willed, 
crude and superficial, refusing enlightenment and hug- 
ging my own romantic desires, beguiled into delusive 
theories, yes, ungrateful and selfish ! In all the years to 
come I shall make amends.” 

^^If you had been happy” — for the mother’s keen in- 
tuition told her that Millicent must have missed the great 
joy of life, perfect wedded love. 

^‘But I have been. All at first I was in Paradise. 
Charlton was good and sweet and tender. Even when 

his great misfortunes came ” 

Her voice trembled then. ‘^His health?” queried 
the mother. 

‘‘It is quite pitiful. He can never be well again. 
Papa’s wisdom may do something for him — Mrs. Hen- 
derson has such faith in him. No, we must not talk it 
over now. Tell me of Honor and Randolph and Aunt 
Milly and grandpapa. O, there are so many dear ones 1 ” 
They were in the midst of family gossip when the 


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three rejoined them. Then Millicent gathered up her 
few belongings. Mrs. Henderson held a short talk with 
the maid, a sensible looking middle-aged Englishwoman, 
who was to see to the luggage when it had all passed. 
Dr. Carew would send a van. 

He and the two mothers made their way out, Charlton 
and his wife following. 

^^We will all drive up to the house,” he explained, 
summoning a cab for the travelers, and giving the driver 
the number. Then he and Lyndell returned to the 
coupe. 

What is it ? ” She clasped his hand in apprehension. 

Opium for one thing. I think now he must have 
been addicted to the habit before. I was very much 
afraid of some line of intemperance. There are subtle 
mixtures, and absinthe, that work more ruin than the 
common forms. I felt satisfied on that point however. 
If he had taken opium steadily I should soon have dis- 
cerned that. He looks poorly and much aged. Milli- 
cent is radiant. She suggests the older Sherburnes to me. 
You will laugh when I say she has curious gleams of 
Aunt Aurelia as I knew her in my early boyhood.” 

Was that the elusive resemblance that had puzzled her 
mother? Dell made a mute protest. Yet Aunt Aurelia 
had shown the hard side of her nature only to Lyndell. 

I am not sure but that you had better have accepted 
our hospitality for the night,” said Dr. Carew. ^‘We 
have hardly given the rooms a homelike aspect.” 

^‘No, this is best,” replied Mrs. Henderson. ^^You 
have chosen a most satisfactory location. And we are so 
used to settling ourselves speedily anywhere, after the 
fashion of travelers.” 

The upper rooms had rather more coziness. Charlton 
threw himself on a lounge. 


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I am so tired,” he said, fretfully. Come and read 
me to sleep. Put your hand on my forehead, so. Can 
we stay here always, Millicent ? I do not even want to 
stir. I would not go round the world again for all the 
diamond mines of Africa.” 

In ten minutes he was soundly asleep. Millicent 
threw a light robe over him, and finding her mother, they 
began an inspection of the house. 

Down-stairs there was a large parlor, a dining-room, 
and at the end of the hall, making a sort of ell over part 
of the ground outside was another apartment that had 
been partly fitted up for a library. One window looked 
towards the street, and a large mullioned one over the 
yard, much larger than the average of such spaces. 

could not have chosen better myself. I hope you 
found Mr. Trask satisfactory ? ” 

They were standing by this window. 

“Yes. Of course the financial side was his affair. I 
hope that will be all right, ’ ’ returned Dr. Carew. 

“There is no need of saving money no\v. Dr. 
Carew, you have seen perhaps lovely and noble people 
swept down to the depths with misfortunes and losses. 
They had committed no crimes, they had made wise use 
of their money. Why did God allow it to be taken from 
them? And to others all is good fortune. Last year 
some stock in which Mr. Trask had invested that was 
needed for a consolidation scheme, suddenly went to 
three times its value. And we did not need it. In this 
very matter some of the poorer holdings were wiped out, 
and others suffered.” 

“That is one of the puzzles of daily life.” 

There was a brief silence. Then she said — “Have 
you guessed a part of the trouble ? ’ ’ 

“Opium,” briefly. “When did it begin? It must 


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have been of long standing to reduce him so, and he so 
young.” 

There was worse in Paris. When we were going up 
the Nile he had some strange spells, fits, in plainer lan- 
guage. Two eminent French physicians at Paris gave 
them a name. It is epilepsy. The case is hopeless.” 

Dr. Carew’s face expressed more than surprise. She 
shrank a little from the stern glance. 

‘‘Millicent will be spared all that is possible. Or if 
you think — but she will hardly consent to a separation. 
She was very much in love with Charlton.” 

< For better, for worse, so long as you both do live,’ ” 
Dr. Carew repeated solemnly. 

was surprised at the marriage, that he had per- 
suaded her into. I never imagined he would have the 
energy of resolve to do it. But he was afraid something 
would intervene. I had my wish for I did wish it, but 
oh, what would I not give to-day to have it undone. Be- 
tween us both we have sacrificed a splendid young life. 
There is no forgiveness for it.” 

She wrung her hands as she spoke. No one could 
doubt her earnestness. 

My son had been a bitter disappointment. I wanted 
a daughter to love. I have won her love, and with rare 
generosity she takes most of the blame upon herself. 
There may be no better time for the story. You must 
hear it from the beginning.” 

I should like to,” with a gesture of assent. 


CHAPTER XXL 


CHARLTON HENDERSON. 

AyTRS. HENDERSON leaned against the casement 
and in a low unemotional tone went briefly over 
her early life, her marriage, her surprise at the good 
fortune that had befallen her, Mr. Henderson’s wealth, 
her ambitions and his indulgence ; her joy at the birth 
of the son he desired, and his plans for him to fill a high 
station in life. He was to be a gentleman, to carry on a 
family, to take a place in the world his father had never 
found any time for. 

He was so pretty and bright and charming, and like 
me, always well. When his father was paralyzed 
and the case became hopeless he planned everything for 
the future. I wonder now that he could be so brave. 
Before this I had realized that to him I was simply the 
mother of his son, the wife was a minor consideration. 
His mind went the last of all, but his will had been drawn 
with much consideration by two eminent lawyers. A 
generous provision was made for me. We both were to 
go abroad, he was to have every advantage of education. 
His guardian was too indulgent, I have seen that since, 
and I was too proud of him. He was not a scholar. 
He disliked solid studies. Languages, poetry, the fine 
arts appealed to him. We divided our time between 
England and German towns and spent months in different 
places. In Rome he had an artistic fit and took up 
sculpture. Some steadiness of mind was lacking. If he 
had been compelled to work for a living he might have 
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done better. No doubt I made mistakes. There was 
always such a feeling of disappointment. I wanted him 
to distinguish himself in something, but it seemed quite 
impossible for him to keep at one thing any length of 
time. 

‘^We met at Rome a Mrs. Seymour, a picturesque 
woman with clouds of light fluffy hair and infantile blue 
eyes, a half deprecating, fascinating manner with a 
slight dash of timidity, and a voice that she was pro- 
posing to cultivate. It had not much compass but she 
sang old-fashioned ballads in a manner that brought tears 
to one’s eyes. She had a husband in Cincinnati, I 
think, but she was unhappily married. He was a good 
deal older than she, and incompatible every way. She 
rarely spoke of him, but the facts appeared to be known, 
and there was much sympathy for her; the kind of 
woman that everybody seems ready to do for, men especi- 
ally. Quite a number of Americans were going to Flor- 
ence, and she with them. A week or so afterwards 
Charlton decided to go, though I liked Rome better 
without the gay party. However, we went. Charlton’s 
evident admiration for her troubled me not a little. Still 
— he was not quite twenty and she nine years older. 
She petted him and called him her boy and sang to him, 
but she did this for others as well. She had a caressing 
way, though she seldom transgressed propriety. But 
these are among the most dangerous of women. 

Then to my utter consternation Charlton insisted we 
should return to America taking her with us, and he 
would help her to get a divorce v/hen she would marry 
him. He was so obstinate and unreasonable that he 
would listen to nothing. She had agreed to all this. I 
went to her at once in a state of intense indignation. 
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had only laughed a little as she did not suppose he was 
in earnest, that she had no thought of such a step, that 
she had been like an elder sister to him, and truly. Dr, 
Carew, with my experience and even a little disapproval 
of her, she did convince me that Charlton had drawn on 
his imagination for much of this. But the denouement 
was terrible. He flew to her and found her with a 
Russian noble who had been very attentive to her and a 
wild scene ensued. He was so desperate that a doctor 
in Florence who had a private hospital took him in. He 
was ill there for several weeks. Meanwhile Mrs. Sey- 
mour and her Russian went to Paris. I learned after- 
wards Charlton had been her banker to a considerable 
amount. 

think the beginning of the opium trouble was here, 
though I did not suspect it then. He had a fever. 
Afterwards we went to some German baths, but he was 
moody and quiet, cared nothing for society, little for any 
pleasure except music. After his early boyhood he had 
never been really affectionate. He gave up any further 
study. We traveled about, then some English acquaint- 
ances having bought a ranch were going out to Colorado, 
and he resolved to accompany them. I had never been 
westward, though we had come twice to New York. 
Charlton improved immeasurably in health. We had 
talked over that sad episode and nothing was too bitter 
for him to say about her. She was one of those adven- 
turesses that flourish abroad and are a disgrace to any 
nation. I began to hope Charlton would fall in love 
with some one and marry. It was not because he de- 
spised all womenkind, but he was simply indifferent to 
love. 

As you know, his father had wished him to marry. I 
believed it would be best. I thought perhaps I could in 


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some degree control his choice. A nice, pretty domestic 
girl with one or two accomplishments, who would love 
him and come to regard me with affection. I used to 
study girls with this in view. Now and then we talked of 
housekeeping. I found he preferred New York. While 
he was up in the Northwest I came to Washington where 
he joined me. I met your cousins the Amorys, and also 
your daughter, to whom I took an unconscious fancy. 
Fate, or shall I call it a purpose, threw us together, when 
we came to the city. All connected with you, many others 
indeed, were living such broad, purposeful lives. I had 
ceased to believe in anything ; I was stabbed to the heart 
when I saw other mothers proud of their sons, I simply 
gave up and drifted. I had no hope of Charlton. There 
was nothing in him that could be kindled down deep, 
there would be only a little flame on the surface that the 
next breath of wind would extinguish. And yet he had 
no real vices. Drunkenness he abhorred. His greatest 
fault or indulgence was excessive smoking. 

Will this give you the key to the tragedy? At first 
— I was mortally afraid he would not love Millicent. 
And then he did, more than I imagined was in his nature. 
I thought of all he could give her — Heaven forgive me, 
but I considered the fortune as well. Why should not 
his own children enjoy the wealth his father had made 
and preserved with so much care, rather than have it go 
to strangers ? But I felt afraid of the consequences of 
your disfavor, and the delay. For then I had come to 
long for Millicent. I had tried to win her by pretty arts 
that find a ready way to the heart of youth. She would 
marry some time — you had another daughter to fill her 
place at once. If so be Charlton should grow indifferent, 
I would make it up to her a thousandfold. 

They were married and very happy. He was 


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a delightful lover. We had a house at Tokio while in 
Japan and those months were an idyl. She grew and 
blossomed like a rose. I did not think there was so 
much to her. She has genius and power and exquisite 
taste and will yet make her mark in the world. Well, 
we went on again, seeing wonderful strange countries and 
peoples. We talk of the marvels of Europe, what are 
they to those of India ! lost almost in obscurity. 

Charlton had grown very changeable and unequal. 
At times an expression of furtiveness, of low cunning 
crossed his face that was disagreeable and startled me. 
It was at Bombay the terrible truth came out. There he 
had an opium debauch and for a fortright it was an 
awful experience. I believe I should have felt grateful to 
God if he had died. She was prostrated at first, then she 
had the bravery of an angel, and we came to love one 
another as we never had before. 

The English doctor there said he must have used 
opium a long time. I had never thought of that, but it 
gave me the clew to his unequal moods. We both prayed 
and besought him, but in vain, though he promised never 
to go to extremes again. Alas ! we had the same 
experience in Egypt, then in Paris. Epilepsy had 
followed both cases. And now we may thank Heaven 
there are no children to inherit the weakness. Where 
did the strain come from ? His father was a strong, 
robust, well-balanced, unsentimental man, and that he 
kept so clear-headed amazed his physicians. And on my 
side they are a shrewd, hard-headed race. Life with me 
has been a long tragedy, but the end will come sooner to 
her. The French physician, both of them, thought it 
would be useless to attempt reformation. I want to leave 
the case in your hands.’’ 

Dr. Carew was profoundly moved. It was not a case 


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for comfort or hope. Either would be the idlest plati- 
tude. 

Dinner was announced at that moment. 

We should have sent some word home,” said Lyndell. 

They will be worried.” 

Father will suppose we have come up here. Reese 
will be engrossed with his lessons, and Florence will no 
doubt bewail mamma; ” with a faint smile. 

‘^It seems as if I must have been away an age,” said 
Millicent. ‘‘Yet there have been so few happenings.” 

“Ruth Ensign is to be married shortly. Everybody 
nearly has grown up. Aunt Tessy has two pretty 
amiable young ladies. Bertram comes home at Christmas. 
Hope Drayton is charming.” 

Lyndell Carew paused. The greatest sorrow had 
come to her, she thought. It stood like a shadow over her 
shoulder while she sat here talking of the little every-day 
incidents and she wanted to cry out at the tragedy that 
had befallen them. Was this Millicent whose whole life 
had been blighted, who would never know the tender 
grace, the confiding sympathy, the true, near life of 
perfect marriage ? O, did she realize what she had 
missed ? She sat there with a new, cultivated grace in a 
curious calmness, was it not almost impassiveness ? 

No one wanted to eat but made a dainty sort of 
pretense. When they rose Dr. Carew turned to 
Millicent. 

“I should like to see your husband again,” he said 
quietly. 

She had excused him. He had fallen asleep and they 
never disturbed him unless it was absolutely necessary. 

Millicent led her father up -stairs. Charlton Henderson 
lay on the lounge, so pallid that one might fancy him 
dead. The fine drawn skin had a peculiar color, the 


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eyelids were not closed down tight, which heightened 
the similitude. 

Dr. Carew took the limp hand. The pulse was 
irregular, a few strong beats succeeded by much fainter 
ones. But there was no indication of a speedy end. 

They walked into the adjoining room together. Then 
Millicent suddenly buried her face on his bosom and his 
arms were clasped about her. 

O papa,” she began with a long, dry sob, ‘Mo not 
pity me, but help me to be strong and brave, and comfort 
mamma. Do not let her suffer for my fault. You may 
think it strange, but the awakening came so gradual that 
I suffered less. And his love never died, he loves me 
now ; all the love he can give, not as you love, not as 
Uncle Drayton loves or Mr. Mallory. I thought there 
was only one kind of love that a man gave a woman 
when he chose her out of all the world. But I know now 
the soul of the man may be different. I was blind and 
foolish, but I did it all myself. And I must pay the 
price. If there were no love there would still be duty. 
And after that first dreadful time he was so repentant, he 
made so many solemn promises, and I believed him. 
Now I know he cannot keep faith unless — oh, papa, is 
there not something to strengthen a man’s weak, wavering 
will ? Charlton has so many kindly qualities, if he could 
overcome this terrible habit ! ” 

“ The Parisian doctor believed there was no hope ? ” 
“He said so to mamma Henderson. But we both 

thought of you ” 

“ And I cannot work miracles, alas ! ” 

Was she brave enough to hope for his recovery ? 

“ If it was not for those terrible spasms ” 

“You have not been with him ? ” in quick alarm. 

Not when he was very bad. O, you cannot know 


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how good Mrs. Henderson has been to me. And such 
journeying about was like putting a new soul in one. 
The world is so rich and magnificent and so full of 
beauty and inspiration that sometimes I have tried to 
gather a little to console myself for other things. But 
whatever I may miss in my life I shall always know 
I thrust it aside with my own hand when I might have 
waited and gathered the full bloom.” 

He kissed her tenderly. She had accepted her life 
bravely. Thank heaven that she did not mean to beat her 
wings against the bars until they were bruised and torn. 
Was it some blind yet unerring wisdom, — for surely all 
this had not come from the brief experience. 

I shall come in to-morrow,” he said trying to steady 
his voice as he unclasped her hands. Ah, if he could 
take her home out of it all ! 

‘^Do not let mamma worry. I still have so much to 
my life. O papa, how strong and splendid you are ! 
How good to lean upon.” 

We must go, dear. To-morrow, then ” 

She gave a short dry sound that might have been a 
sob, but straightening herself they w^ent down together. 
She looked tired then, he remarked, but they exchanged 
quiet good-nights and promises for the next day. 

O, what can be done? What will be the end of it 
all? ” cried Lyndell in anguish. 

Death will be the end of it — how soon, how long no 
one can forecast. The opium might not kill him in 
years, but it seems the epilepsy has made rapid inroads. 
I can tell better to-morrow.” 

O, how can Milly live ” 

She can live and be cheerful. I do not know how 
much she hopes. She has accepted it with the utmost 
bravery. She has more mental strength than I would 


CHARLTON HENDERSON. 


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have given her credit for. I am most sorry for the poor 
mother, who has had hopes and ambitions and bitter dis- 
appointments. Millicent is young and this will end for 
her some day.’^ 

<< But — could he not be placed — somewhere? ” 

^^He is best there at present; Millicent is better off 
also. A wife living apart from her husband is an object 
of commiseration, and if she is at all attractive, in a 
dangerous position. They can have a nurse, I feel to 
thank heaven that there is plenty of money. And at 
present we do not know all of the story. I do not be- 
lieve that we have any right to claim a royal exemption 
from trouble. I have seen so many cases — we both 
know of so many downfalls of promising men, some of 
women as well. There dear, the evil has been sufficient 
for this day. Let us put it aside.” 

They had to answer questions cheerfully. Even to his 
father. Dr. Carew could not speak of the truth to-night. 
Mr. Henderson had not recovered from his illness, and 
the sea voyage had rather knocked him up. Millicent 
had never looked so well. 

The next day Dr. Carew studied the case more closely, 
and questioned Mrs. Henderson. She had been much 
afraid of some form of dissipation after his first illness. The 
opium habit had not entered her mind. The year before 
his marriage he seemed to have improved and taken 
more interest in everything. She had given up the hope 
then of his being anything but a dilettante. He could see 
she had counted on his marriage rousing him to some 
earnestness of life if not pursuit. They had been very 
happy. He was proud of Millicent. She was in the 
habit of keeping a kind of journal in which she 
jotted down descriptions of places and people, and 
odd incidents, and would read them aloud to his 


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great gratification. Poems were his delight as 
well. 

At Bombay he had made the acquaintance of a retired 
army officer, quite a dissipated man but very attractive, 
and a queer surgeon. One night they had been smoking 
opium, and then followed the terrible time when he had 
lost all control of himself. The surgeon had kept him 
for days, and he returned home a wreck of himself, repent- 
ant, and so humbly affectionate, promising never to be 
led astray again, but confessing that he had used opium 
before. He made an effort to give it up, but after days 
of suffering declared he could not live without it. Milli- 
cent had been horror-stricken, but she could not endure 
the tortures he suffered, and with the use of a little, he 
soon became his natural self again, more really compan- 
ionable. 

you must believe,” she cried with intensity of 
passion, ^‘that if I had dreamed of such a thing I would 
not have desired or consented to his marrying any one. 
We had drifted so far apart. For years I had failed to 
make any real impression on him, to rouse him, not 
knowing how subtle an enemy held him in durance. I 
was lonely, discouraged, leading a useless life, wanting 
something else and not knowing how to attain it. So 
you see what a blessed boon Millicent was to me.” 

In spite of all promises, all love, all efforts in his behalf 
he had allowed the fiend to drag him lower and lower. 

Dr. Carew made a powerful appeal to him, but he soon 
saw how useless it was. 

I simply cannot live without opium now, and shall 
not try,” he said doggedly. ‘‘Millicent will stay with 
me, I know. Besides, I shall improve. That horrible 
illness laid me up, and I shall be more careful for the 
future. O, you need not fear.” 


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Millicent and her mother-in-law were full of interest in 
arranging the new home, and though neither would have 
put it into words, they both knew they were fixtures here 
until the sad termination of all came. Many treasures 
had been collected in their wanderings and were now 
brought to light. 

‘^It is like living it all over again,’’ Millicent said with 
a happy light in her face. I am so glad to have had 
all these exquisite experiences.” 

You need something to repay you ” 

And your love.” Millicent put her arms around the 
neck of her adopted mother. ^^It seemed love at first, 
you know, but it is something more sacred now,” inter- 
rupted the soft, sweet voice. 

It was one of the peculiarities of these two women that 
the sorrows and pangs were rarely dragged to the surface. 
Millicent had a curiously reticent nature that had been a 
trial to her own mother; Mrs. Henderson had never 
h)een really confidential to any one beside her husband, 
who had been her friend also. And by some inexplicable 
intuition they understood each other in a very little 
while. Millicent learned that the lack of love between 
mother and son was that the mother had given much and 
received nothing in return. 

One of the fortunate concurrences of life is the adapta- 
tion of human nature to whatever befalls. True there are 
people who live in continual protest, but these are seldom 
rich or self-reliant souls. And though Lyndell Carew 
was shocked beyond measure at the outcome of her 
daughter’s unfortunate marriage and for days seemed in 
a sort of mental paralysis, she began to awaken to the 
knowledge that there were still greater sorrows even in 
their circle, and hundreds beyond. There were hus- 
bands and sons lost to all sense of shame, drunkards. 


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Here and there a member of some fine family had gone 
to prison for a disgraceful crime. This could pass for 
one of the mysterious misfortunes, though they were 
forced to admit that it was the inexorable law of nature^ 
even before the Saviour put it into words, that from him 
who hath not, who buries his one talent in the earth, 
shall be taken from him that which he hath.” 

Had Millicent Drayton been at home she must have 
gone to her in the first bitter pang of anguish. But the 
doctor’s magnificent well poised nature, shaped and 
strengthened by many a sad experience reacted upon 
hers. And the fact that 'Charlton Henderson improved 
physically, and conversed rationally, took a warm interest 
in the new home and adored his wife with a clinging 
fondness, breaking out occasionally into a fervent pride, 
consoled her, helped her to find a mental equilibrium. 

It was her father who held the most sacred confidences 
of Millicent Henderson’s experiences. She would not 
pain her mother with them. Though once Dell in a 
burst of anguish said — 

I don’t see how you could bear the awakening, the 
awful disappointment ! ” 

This gentle yielding nature that would seem like a lily 
to be torn and bruised and flung to the earth by the first 
storm that swept over it. 

Mamma, I think I could not have done so but for 
the consciousness that it had been the work of my own 
hands. The sensitiveness and the quality I esteemed as 
a delicate sort of humility I found was a speciously dis- 
guised selfishness. I wanted something of my own that 
I did not need to share with any one. I liked Charlton’s 
exclusiveness. Yet I was bewildered by the love that 
seemed so ardent, so wonderful. I think now it is best 
that girls should know more of their fellow-creatures. A 


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cloistered nun seemed such a beautiful ideal to me. And 
though love and experience stood on either hand to warn 
and befriend me, I would have none of it, I saw clearly 
all my own wilfulness, and how I had shut out other 
experiences. Do you remember in Bunyan’s marvelous 
story the little crooked lane where the pilgrims walked 
and the Country of Conceit? Yet just above it were 
the Delectable mountains. I had gone in the little 
crooked lane of my own will and persistency. I could 
not stay there and call on any one to pull me out. God 
gives the strength to help one’s self, and this was due to 
my earlier training, to your dear teaching, mamma. Since 
I had insisted upon assuming the burthen, I must hear it.” 

How brave and lovely she looked ! Had not the bitter 
lesson been needed ? Lyndell thought of some things in 
her own life, of the havoc she might have made but for 
God’s interposing hand. She was shocked to think she 
had almost upbraided Him in her prayers. 

Wanderers for pleasure were flocking in from moun- 
tains and seaside, and across the ocean. Houses were 
opened, social life began, clubs and charities and enter- 
tainments held sway. 

The Henderson household wore no air of mystery. 
Mr. Henderson and his wife drove in the park and 
through the most fashionable thoroughfare. He was 
admitted to be something of an invalid, and his pallor 
and heavy eyes betrayed it. They were seen at some of 
the opening concerts of the season, a few old ac- 
quaintances called, a luncheon or two was given and 
their status established. 

Millicent shrank from this at first. 

^‘It is much better,” said her father. There is no 
question but Charlton will gradually lose his mind; 
better imbecility, painful as it is to bear, than violence. 


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While you can, ward off any curiosity. There is more 
than one home my child, where the skeleton comes to 
the feast, even if not with the lessons of the old 
Egyptians.” 

Then the Draytons returned full of life and interest^ 
with glowing accounts of the town that had been started 
as one of the experiments in behalf of humanity, a 
benevolence rather than a charity. 

‘‘It gives one the feeling of having lived ages,” de- 
clared Reese Drayton, “to see the thriving town of old 
people, children and grandchildren, and to be able to 
remember that it was once little better than a desert, and 
that it is the work of our hands and our brains. Lyndell, 
were we pioneers ? For if you hadn’t discovered me 
out in those wilds — ’ ’ and a proud yet humorous smile 
crossed his face. 

“ O, papa, you talk as if Aunt Lyndell was a 

Hope paused and blushed, while the others laughed. 

“ We have turned the quarter of the century, Hope^ 
and this was before I was married,” returned Aunt 
Lyndell with a light of satisfied happiness in her face. 
“Yet, how strange it all seems to look back. And the 
greatest things often grow out of small beginnings.” 

“And everybody is so prosperous and happy,” said 
Aunt Millicent. “ Cousin Gifford’s wife and family are 
charming. Alice Osborne is winning fame abroad. Bevis 
is married and has two babies, and your namesake Dell 
has a splendid lover. Such a circle of friends about them 
— the whole journey has been delightful.” 

Mrs. Drayton was much surprised in meeting Millicent 
Henderson. She said to Dell — 

“ It doesn’t seem as if Milly could grow and change so 
much in two years, and, yes, improve as well. But a 
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her first quarter of the century. There are two or three 
decisive years which determine the sort of woman she 
will make. But Milly kept extremely youthful until her 
marriage.” 

She wanted to say — What a pity she should have 
married that way. She is worthy of a better companion.” 

Lyndell had explained that the consultation of physi- 
cians had pronounced it one of the brain diseases for 
which there was little hope. 

Millicent Henderson felt the slow subtle change. 
There were lapses of memory, there were hours of irrita- 
bility when even her caresses, her reading or music failed 
to charm, yet he could not bear her out of his sight. 
Then he would brighten up, insist upon seeing 
guests, and acquit himself in a most gentlemanly man- 
ner. 

One of these evenings the Draytons had been in. 
They were all in the sitting-room up-stairs. Hope was 
fascinated with beautiful curiosities and adornments, and 
the charm of the elder lady. 

I really don’t know what to do,” Mrs. Drayton was 
saying. Six of us have promised an entertainment every 
fortnight for the benefit of a home recently started for 
elderly people of education and cultivation, where they 
can have congenial society and a few of the pleasures 
still in their power to enjoy. Mine comes in Christmas 
week. I had counted on Professor Kenneth and Princess 
for music, but they will be at Sherburne. Two or three 
others I had thought of will be away. O, I wish there 
was something new and fresh;” and she gave a sigh. 

I am really tired of the repetitions.” 

Charlton started up suddenly. He was lounging in 
the corner of the capacious sofa with his hand on the 
arm of his wife’s chair. 


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‘‘Ask Millicent to come and read you our experience 
of housekeeping in Japan.” 

Millicent colored quickly, and gave him a deprecating 
look. 

“ O, yes. Did you keep an account of it? ” 

“And there were the stops in China, the queer people 
and events. I like her to read them over to me.” 

“You kept a journal,” said Hope. “Why, mamma, 
it would be interesting. And Cousin Milly is such a 
beautiful reader.” 

“ Don’t you remember,” said Charlton irrelevantly, 
“ that I met you first at one of those entertainments? ” 
and he patted his wife’s hand with a spasm of tenderness. 

“ But I am afraid — playing accompaniments doesn’t 
bring you much into public view.” 

“ I want to see the journal,” began Aunt Millicent, much 
interested, taking a mental survey of the younger woman. 
She would have an effective presence, and she had been 
round the world. Then it would be a very select enter- 
tainment. 


CHAPTER XXII. 


A LARGER FLOW OF LIFE. 

T YNDELL CAREW had kept her word to Honor 
concerning her friend Miss Bradford whona she 
had found a naost refined and intelligent girl. She made 
her a welcome guest, she also introduced her to the 
Draytons. Hope was charmed with her. 

The girl and her mother were reading Millicent’s 

journal’' as she called it, which was full of graceful 
turns, vivid descriptions and amusing incidents. 

<‘Why, mamma,” cried Hope enthusiastically, 

Cousin Milly is certainly a genius. Travel has brought 
her out. She used to be so shy and almost ungracious 
at times. Why, I don’t wonder Mr. Henderson is proud 
of her.” 

Just then Miss Bradford was announced. She had 
come on a little errand connected with literary matters. 

O,” she began when that was through and their own 
occupation explained ; do you mind having me listen ? 
You know everybody is so interested in brave Japan 
since her war with China.” 

‘‘I should really like to have your opinion,” replied 
Mrs. Drayton. 

Millicent Henderson would have been flattered by the 
opinion. 

‘‘If it were a real public occasion it would win very 
high praise. Mrs. Drayton, I must come and hear it 
all,” she added. 


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* ‘ If we can persuade Millicent, ’ ’ the elder woman 
said rather dubiously, remembering the girl of the past. 

She found it quite difficult. Millicent gave a decided 
negative. She might read in a parlor to a few ” 

But this is not very large, a pretty club-room. And 
tickets at two dollars do not call forth such an extensive 
crowd. Miss Flavel is to recite some poems for us and 
there will be the breaks of the music. Hope is to play 
twice.” 

Charlton insisted that she should. One could never 
tell quite how any matter would affect him. Sometimes 
he was hardly willing for her to make calls at her old 
home. He seldom went anywhere except to drive, or to 
some musical entertainment. But about this he was very 
exigent, and she finally consented, though in her heart 
she shrank from publicity. But she feared the conse- 
quences of flatly opposing her husband. 

Honor came home strangely curious, to be surprised 
beyond measure. She had fancied her sister worn and 
depressed. 

Millicent is so different,” she declared. I am sure 
I shouldn’t know her anywhere else. She is changed in 
looks as well. Why, mamma, she is fine looking. Do 
you suppose people borrow unconsciously or are in- 
fluenced by those they are with ? For she suggests Mrs. 
Henderson. She seems so tall and — I can’t think of just 
the word — impressive will do. She has grown up to her 
years. She is older than I now.” 

It is the experience and the familiarity with the 
world,” replied the mother. But she knew it was many 
other things as well. 

Millicent Drayton had said — I wish you could have 
known Aunt Aurelia half-a-dozen years earlier and under 
more favorable circumstances. She had the same air of 


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35S 


devotion that Milly gives to her husband. Grandpa 
couldn’t bear to be crossed in those later years. And 
she certainly does resemble her. Is it the Sherburne 
coming out ? I do suppose we all have a little share of 
it; ” with a soft ripple that was half an apology for a 
laugh. 

Could she ever grow hard and unjust? Had she not 
shown some of it in her earlier years, traits that had gone 
with a sharp pang to the mother’s heart. 

So Millicent Henderson was overruled, and took her 
place as chief speaker before an audience who had more 
curiosity than she dreamed. There were women who 
still envied her the fine marriage she had made, the most 
unlikely girl in the whole circle to achieve such a thing. 

Edward Sherburne had come up for a flying visit. 
They were more than sorry not to have gathered all the 
Sherburnes together, but it must surely happen once 
again while grandpapa was alive. Della was having a 
lovely time in Washington, and plenty of admirers. 
Washington was all in an excitement on this Cuban busi- 
ness, but of course it would simmer down presently. 
We had a wise and far-sighted man at the head of things. 

We are all to go and hear Millicent this evening,” 
laughed Honor. don’t know but we shall have a 
genius in the family after all.” 

Then she had to tell the story of Milly’s return and 
what had led up to the reading. 

The pretty club-room was filled with quite an array of 
fashion. The music was of a high order, the recitation fine^ 
and then Millicent Henderson stood calm and fair, tall and 
self-possessed, her lavender tinted gown of silk and velvet 
adding a dignity to the graceful figure. At first her 
voice was hardly clear, but she gained courage as she 
went on. Her experiences were so fresh and entertain-^ 


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ing, her descriptions graceful and poetical, her little 
home scenes, legends, the simple, charming people, the 
exquisite friendliness, the merry, happy side, the pride 
and bravery as well. Sometimes she forgot her reading 
and talked vividly from memory, inspired by the atten- 
tive audience. 

It was a brilliant success, certainly. She was con- 
gratulated on every side. Sherburne greeted her with 
delight and the warmest of praise. Charlton and his 
mother listened with pleasure. There were to be some 
refreshments afterwards. 

‘‘I am tired to death,” Charlton declared abruptly. 

Do you know if the carriage is here ? ” 

The janitor found that it was. 

Then let us go home.” 

Mrs. Henderson excused herself gracefully. She 
really longed to get away. The old timidity swept over 
her. 

‘‘Really, Cousin Honor, I am not sure but Millicent 
will distance you,” said Sherburne gaily. 

“I’m thinking whether I can get up courage for one 
oration. It was just splendid. I never saw Milly as 
nearly handsome as she was to-night. I think marriage 
has changed her mysteriously.” 

“ She ought always to wear lavender and lace on state 
occasions. How wretched Mr. Henderson looks. What 
a pity ” 

“ O, she will be a rich widow,” some one behind them 
commented almost as if in answer to his thought. 

“She will not,” whispered Honor with a scarlet face. 

If there are no children the whole fortune when he and 
liis mother are done with it goes to found some kind of 
an institution.” 

“ What an awful shame ! ” 


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Charlton Henderson’s enthusiasm was all over. He 
was weak and tremulous, and presently cross. Millicent 
took off her handsome gown and donned a white one, 
and for the next hour tired as she was, soothed and 
caressed, repeated snatches of musical verse and finally 
wooed sleep to the fretted brain. But the remembered 
admiration surged about her like a strain of music. 

Miss Bradford was offered a seat in the Drayton car- 
riage. 

Do you suppose Mrs. Henderson kept a journal of 
all her trip ? ” she asked. There is so much interest in 
the East just now that it would make a fine book. Her 
descriptions are so vivid and clear-cut. How much she 
must have enjoyed everything ! ” 

A few days later there came a request that Mrs. Hen- 
derson would repeat her talk before an association that 
would be only too happy to comply with her terms, what- 
ever they might be. 

Charlton read the note and flung it angrily into the 
grate. 

‘^Do people imagine you are going to turn into a com- 
mon lecturer?” he inquired in the utmost irritation. 

And — money ! You of all other women have no 

need.” 

‘‘I do not think I should like it,” she answered 
quietly. 

You are not to be at the beck and call of the rabble. 
You belong to me.” 

Millicent made no reply. Often, but not always she 
found silence soothing. And now some of her old 
timidity returned. She wondered how she could have 
gone into the matter with so much zest. 

Her father expressed his hope in a much gentler fash- 
ion. He could see the danger of admiration. 


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Dell had felt rather proud of it. 

‘‘But I never in my wildest dreams fancied Milly be- 
ing anything of a genius. How she can love Charlton 
Henderson amazes me.” 

“She doesn’t love him. That is the pity of it. She . 
does not know what love is even yet. She made a girlish 
ideal of him and loved her ideal. There has been and 
will be a slow process of disillusion. She has grown in 
mind and soul, a late growth that comes to many people. 
She pities Charlton profoundly, she would save him any 
pang. She is trying to do her whole duty. If she had 
loved him at first, duty would not look so large now. It 
is best for her to go on in ignorance. If some man with 
a fine brain and large tender soul of purest sympathy 
should cross her path and open her eyes ” 

“ O don’t ! don’t ! ” cried the mother in keenest pain. 

“Men and women have come to this pass and have 
not sinned either. But it is a bitter knowledge.” 

Sherburne enjoyed his two days’ stay with keen zest. 
Hope and Honor were his constant companions. Hope 
was quite divided, she was longing to go to West Point 
again, but it looked ungracious not to pay Honor the 
compliment. If they could only put in both ! 

Then the holidays were over, and everybody was back 
at work, while society rushed into all kinds of gayety. 
A curious talk of war rose on the air. There were hot 
discussions in congress. Fears rose and fluttered on the 
air, and then dropped into vague disbelief. Everything 
was in a ferment. Sympathy was on the side of those 
who had struggled so long and vainly for liberty. 

An insulting letter from the Spanish Minister at Wash- 
ington roused the whole country. But this was a mere 
breath to the shock that reverberated from North to South 
when treachery sent the Maine and her crew, who had 


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359 


been received with a certain friendliness, to destruction 
and death. Every one was horrified ! Then sounded 
the call to arms, and the nation that was deemed too 
much at ease in its prosperity to listen to the whisper of 
war, rose in a sudden enthusiastic burst of patriotism, 
and held out her good right hand to the suffering people 
at her very gates. 

Yet the daily avocations of life went on. Lyndell Carew 
gave thanks that her boy would be spared to her, for he 
had hastened to write, saying he should finish his course 
of study. There were already so many trained men 
waiting for opportunities that the younger men would not 
be needed. Volunteers poured in from every side. 
Battalions were arranged for Cuba, orders sent to the 
fleet in Chinese waters to proceed at once against the last 
Spanish possession in the East. 

Miss Bradford had taken an unusual interest in young 
Mrs. Henderson since the beginning of the new year. 
She had talked over the articles most of which she had 
perused, to one of the heads of her department. 

The least thing about the far East is of interest now,” 
he returned. I should like to see them.” 

Millicent was quite dismayed at first and v/ent to her 
aunt for counsel. 

do advise you to undertake it,” Aunt Milly said. 

Bring the papers around here and let us go over them.” 

‘‘But I do not feel as if I was a genius,” she returned 
hesitatingly. “ I saw these things, I lived with them and 
in them. Any one could give an account of them.” 

“Not every one could do it in that vivid interesting 
manner. Millicent, — ’’gravely. “There may cornea 
time when this will be a great pleasure to you.” 

For now the elder Millicent understood there might be 
years of watchful care and well-worn patience that would 


360 A SHERBURNE INHERITANCE, 1 

require some wider interest if her soul continued to ex- | 

pand. I 

^‘Suppose we go over your journal. I will add my | 

experience and together we will cull what appears most ;/ 

interesting.” i 

How good you are, Aunt Milly ! ” She glanced up 
with grateful eyes. 

They both went to work. Mrs. Drayton annotated, 
suggested, marked what she thought most likely to appeal 
to the public and Millicent copied. There were many 
hours of leisure, and Charlton often went to sleep early 
in the evening. He grew curiously fond of having the 
war discussions read to him, and sometimes insisted that 
she should go over the old days, recalling some things she 
had forgotten. She was quite sure he began to improve. 

His memory was clearer, he was less fretful. She had 
said nothing about her book, not at all sure how he would 
take it. 

There were times when Millicent bewildered even her- 
self. How had she come to make this awful mistake ? 

What had changed her until she seemed to be altogether 
another person ? 

She spoke of this to her father. 

‘‘It is growth of soul and mind.” Had Randolph 
taken so much of the intellectual and will part at first ? 

Or, had some of the environment been unsuited to her ? 
Whatever it was — perhaps it needed just this strain of 
sorrow and repentance and earnest endeavor to perfect it. 

Grandpapa Carew had come back to his first fond love 
for the girl. To him she had some suggestions of his 
sister Cornelia who had been her mentor through those 
impressionable years. 

But the saddest of all knowledge to Millicent was the 
fact that she must grow away from her husband. The 


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strength and conscious discernment of mental breadth, 
the true and broad perceptions of life, such as her father 
and mother had shared, would never await her. This 
destiny had been of her own wild ignorant making. At 
her side had stood tender counsel which she had thrust 
away, an impatient longing -for a love that no one else 
could share, and the love had proved dead sea fruit. 
But she had also seen that other women made mistakes 
and presently come to a measure of indifference, a kind 
of outwardly pleasant going along side by side. There 
was no growth to these, just acceptance. Then was the 
unfolding on higher lines the wisest ? 

Her manuscript was nearly all in order. If she could 
have a few uninterrupted hours she could send it to Milli- 
cent to-morrow. Already the first half had been favor- 
ably passed upon. But so often she was wanted to read 
or play, the piano was in the sitting-room, and both 
chambers opened out of it. On the other side of hers 
was Mrs. Henderson^s. 

Charlton had been unusually cheerful for several days.. 
He had seemed rather listless at dinner. Joseph, a young 
colored man of some education and a year’s training in 
a hospital, had been secured by Dr. Carew to keep watch 
and ward, though ostensibly as a waiter, and to drive 
them out as the carriage was kept on livery. This night 
the last of March, he had begged permission to go to a 
wedding where he was to be best man. 

They had come up from dinner. Millicent read the 
evening paper aloud and they all commented on the stir- 
ring news. Now and then Charlton paced the floor, his 
frequent habit. 

I think I shall go to bed,” he remarked. I feel 
sleepy. No, I do not want any music but just quiet. Do 
not disturb me.” 


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He kissed Millicent and went to his room. There 
would be time to finish her work, though one could 
never tell. In half an hour he might be calling for her 
impatiently. 

She arranged her desk and began writing. Once she 
crept softly to the door. Charlton lay on the bed dressed, 
with his smoking jacket on, and did not seem to move a 
muscle. Mrs. Henderson had an entertaining book, and 
said she meant to sit up until Joseph returned. 

I shall keep you company in the sitting-room. I 
have several pages to finish.” 

The elder woman nodded smilingly. 

And though Millicent had said steadily to herself she 
was no real genius, that she could only tell of the things 
.she had seen and lived through, there was a thrill of sat- 
isfaction in doing this. Thought, that wondrous power 
enlarged upon itself, had a mysterious charm, — was it in- 
spiration ? 

She said the last word presently. How strange it 
would be to see this in print, to read it over as if it had 
been the work of some one else. Would there be com- 
mendation, praises ! she was still girl enough to think of that. 

How quiet the house was ! The wind that had been 
blustering most of the time had died down. Was it 
eleven or twelve that struck some time ago ? She looked 
up at the clock — why it was nearly one. 

Startled, she went into the next room. Mrs. Henderson 
had donned a white flannel dressing-gown, and sat in her 
Tigh-backed chair with a bright cushion back of her head. 
Her book was still in her hand but she had fallen into a 
doze. The step roused her. 

I did not think it was so late,” said Millicent. 
wish Joseph would come. Charlton laid down on his 
bed undressed.” 


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He was not always in a pleasant mood when disturbed 
from a sound slumber. 

Joseph must be home very soon now,” said the 

mother. 

Millicent stole softly to her husband’s room. The 
light had been put out — it was burning when she looked 
before. There was no smell of gas so it had not blown 
out. Something lay on the bed in a heap. She relighted 
the burner — it was the smoking jacket and two or three 
other articles. 

'^Charlton,” she called. 

Mrs. Henderson came. 

He is not here,” in affright. 

The mother searched the room. The door leading to 
the hall was bolted on the outside. They always slipped 
the bolt after he had gone to bed. 

He must be in the house ” 

<‘He did not come through the sitting-room, of that 
I am certain,” said Millicent. And I must have heard 
the windows ’ ’ 

^^Let us go down-stairs. I will call Janet.” 

Janet, the Scotch-English maid they had secured at 
Bombay, who was most thankful to leave the place, came 
hurriedly in answer to the summons. They went cautiously 
down the wide stairway. The hall door was open an 
inch, latterly it had caught on the sill. The vestibule 
door was open also. 

^‘He has gone out,” said Mrs. Henderson. Still it 
will be best to search.” 

There was a quick step coming up the street. Joseph 
appeared in a moment or so. 

O, go at once for papa,” begged the young wife, 
had better look through the house first,” he 

said. 


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A SHERBURNE INHERITANCE. 


He and Janet searched everywhere. Charlton Hen- 
derson was not to be found, so the man started. 

do not see how he could have gone out. And 

with the door bolted ” 

It might not have been bolted then. I oiled it only 
this morning to make it go noiselessly. I am sure I could 
fasten it without the least noise. It is much more likely 
than that he went through the room where you were 
sitting.*’ 

The grate fire was dull. Millicent raked it a little, 
then both sat down. It was not the first vigil they had 
kept together. 

said the elder after a long pause, wonder if 
I can ever be forgiven for bringing this sorrow upon 
you ! ” 

You did not, dear mamma.” She leaned her head 
down on the other’s shoulder. It was my own doing. 
I — I was so sure I loved him.” 

^^I wonder what your father would say to a mother 
who warned every one away from her child, who felt he 
was in some sort an abnormal, without having any good 
grounds to go upon. I was horribly afraid of intemper- 
ance. His father despised it, had no patience with it, 
would not have a drinking man about him if he could 
help. That dislike seems the only thing Charlton has 
inherited from either of us. And here is this other 
horrible vice ! ” 

‘‘O mamma, let me comfort you. Papa said once 
that it was harder for you, because it had been such a 
lifelong disappointment.” 

‘^Did he say that? O, thank him ! You are young 
— Millicent, I know it cannot be wTong not to pray for 
length of such days as his will be. Let God do as He 
will and let us both be content. I have fought against 


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365 


this useless, futile, unprofitable life. I had so many 
proud and high desires for him. I did hope love would 
work this miracle. But he has no trustworthy capacity 
for anything. Yet I have hoped a little again 

Her voice trembled and ceased for awhile. Then she 
said softly, pressing the cold hand to her lips — ‘‘Child, 
you will be my salvation if you could not be his. God 
will make you that amends.” 

They sat there until morning. Then Dr. Carew came 
in, and found them much more tranquil than he had ex- 
pected, for they had comforted each other. 

“ I have set a private detective hunting up the opium 
joints. I think they will find him in one.” Dr. Carew 
knew that men of this stamp rarely committed suicide. 
“Meanwhile we will have nothing said.” 

Mrs. Henderson raised her eyes in thankfulness. 

The next day at early evening they brought Charlton 
Henderson home in a coach. Two men carried him 
up-stairs, and Joseph disrobed and bathed him. Dr. 
Carew stayed all night, for the first time in his life fighting 
half-heartedly. The barren fig tree had been cut down 
by the Master’s mandate, but barren human lives had to 
go on. It was a great mystery. 

After that the old enemy returned. A regular nurse 
took care of him. He did not want either of the women 
to remember such scenes. 


CHAPTER XXIIL 


HONORS AND HONOR. 

t'VERYTHING seemed to go on the same; living 
cannot change very much even in the midst of 
war talk and war itself. People who thought heroism 
and self-sacrifice had been swallowed up in peace and 
money-making, were surprised at the wave of enthusiasm, 
of the young men who rushed to the front not for their 
own safety but something finer and better, to give of 
themselves for another, the highest inspiration. 

Lyndell Carew admitted to herself that motherhood 
Tijas selfish. There was a little secret joy she was almost 
ashamed of as she thought her boy was safe for the 
present. 

‘‘If the war lasts the newly fledged fellows will be 
sent out to the different army posts to release the more 
experienced ones,” he wrote. “ I am so glad you were 
all here last year when everything was splendid. Now 
all is hurry and rush. There will be some early exami- 
nations — some of the men have set their hearts on going 
to Cuba. And we thought there never could be a war 
again ! Isn’t it queer and wonderful about Millicent’s 
book ! Just the right time for it, ‘ the hour and the 
man ’ only this is the woman and the opportunity. So 
you must all go to congratulate Honor.” 

It was true it was a golden opportunity about books on 
the East. The travelers more by accident than first de- 
sign had spent three days at the island of Luzon and 
every word about Manila was seized on with avidity* 
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367 


The wonderful story of its sudden capture and the sink- 
ing of the Spanish vessels was at first deemed incredible,, 
then aroused a tremendous enthusiasm. 

Even the college girls ran to warlike fancies. This- 
one had a brother or cousin or some one who had volun- 
teered. It broke in upon their interest for themselves, 
yet it had all to be gone through with. 

They seemed to leave Lieutenant Westerfield undis- 
turbed, to Agatha Losee’s great joy. 

You and my mother will be able to shake hands,’* 
declared Honor with a sort of ironical laugh. I 
looked for her to be a Spartan mother and she isn’t Spar> 
tan a bit.” 

^^And I suppose you looked for me to wave a flag and 
cry — ^Go oh beloved, the country calls.’ But I can’t 
get up so much enthusiasm for stranger people. I do 
hope Olin will stay hidden in Michigan wilds until Cuba 
is set free, and what do we want with those miserable 
Philippines? ” 

It was a bigger question than could be answered by a 
sweet girl graduate. 

Honor found herself quite a reflected light, and at 
some moments it rather irritated her. After her four 
years of study Millicent had gone beyond her at a bound. 
To be sure there was the travel — the grand opportunity. 
She was glad. She congratulated Milly warmly, and 
the elder wrote a sweet letter with not an arrogant line 
in it. 

I suppose it is a sort of family inheritance,” com- 
mented one of her classmates. Your aunt is quite fa- 
mous, and your father very much so. One of my sis- 
ters lives by a book of his that she thinks the best and 
most useful thing in the world. She brings her children 
up by it. I believe she trains her husband on the same- 


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lines. Some day I suppose you will astonish all of us ! 

She had not astonished any one as yet. She had stood 
high in her classes, owing to a good memory and a ca- 
pacity for downright work. She had managed to grind 
out some quite decent verses, she had written some solid, 
sensible papers. There were girls that went far beyond 
her. She was a bright, companionable girl, she could 
fill any ordinary station, had her four years given her 
anything more ? And no doubt she would marry a com- 
monplace young man, she really loved commonplace peo- 
ple when it came to that, people who could enjoy every- 
thing right along and were not waiting until they could 
stroll through the Louvre before they dared admire art, 
pleased her best. 

A month beforehand she inquired who could and would 
come. Aunt Tessy and the two older girls, Sherburne 
perhaps, the adverb was his mother’s — and a young man. 
For Della had been engaged three months and would be 
married in the fall when Bertram came home. Then 
they would all go to Boston, from thence up to Canada, 
down the St. Lawrence and to Niagara. Mamma and 
Florence and Hope Drayton, who wanted to see what 
the inside of a girls’ college was like. 

There was plenty of time to engage rooms for them. 
But oh, how full every day and hour was with concerns 
besides the examinations. Honor began to feel as if she 
had outgrown the fun, the little farewell suppers in each 
others’ rooms had the same flavor as last year. She had 
never been warmly attached to the golf club, but she 
remembered how wild she had been over tennis in her 
second year, and what scores she had made at basket ball. 

Yet it was a great delight to see them all. Mr. Beall 
was from Richmond, a tall fine-looking young fellow, 
undeniably southern, and with the charm of elegant 


HONORS AND HONOR. 


3^9 


breeding. He was a lawyer, and his father a large real 
estate dealer, and pretty, sweet, homelike Della had cap- 
tured this well-informed, rather intellectual young man, 
just as Princess had captured a scholar and savant. 

There was no Sherburne. And he had promised so 
faithfully to come ! Honor felt indignant. 

Reese sent his best wishes,’* said her mother. He 
is going up to West Point with papa. It won’t be near 
50 gay this year. ’ ’ 

‘‘And he said ‘to comfort himself, he would take a 
look at the Barnard girls,’ ” appended Hope. 

“I’m glad you came so early. I can show you around 
a, little and take you to your lodgings. The glee club 
gives an open air concert to-night, and the campus will 
be packed. There is the great play to-morrow night, 
and then class day, which is really beautiful when you 
haven’t seen it too often. I have two luncheons for to- 
morrow and the supper on class day. But I’ll be as 
good as I can.” 

Their rooms were small, except one that was double 
bedded, but Mrs. Carew said they were glad to be all 
together. Mr. Beall would go to the hotel, though that 
was crowded. He walked beside Honor, expressing his 
admiration of everything in an extremely charming man- 
ner. He had but a very limited acquaintance with north- 
ern towns and cities. 

“I suppose that is the Washington cousin Agatha 
Losee goes wild over,” said one of the seniors. “I 
don’t consider him handsome enough for a heart break,” 
and she laughed indifferently. 

“That is a Mr. Beall, Miss Della Beaumanoir’s be- 
trothed,” she answered shortly. 

Honor was in the chorus of the glee club, where, she 
declared, “sound and fury” signified a great deal. The 


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campus was filled, then crowded. The moon was doing 
his very best to convert the world to the silvery heresy, 
and a cool wind revived the spirits that had drooped 
through the day. The crowds of girls wandered up and 
down felicitating themselves that they could be listeners. 

The repertoire was certainly varied. It began with 
some fine numbers that sounded bewitchingly on the 
soft air, and by slow gradation went to saucy, rolicking 
fun that was applauded beyond measure, and if the club 
had responded every time they would have sung until 
morning. 

^‘Did you find your letter?” asked Agatha. ‘^1 
brought it up and laid it — why I think on your desk.” 

Honor was tired, cross. She tumbled things off on 
the floor. They were to be packed to-morrow morning. 
She would ask mamma to look after them. O — here 
was the letter. — She knew Sherburne’s stub pen. Of 
course he wasn’t coming, and to make weak excuses was 
adding insult. 

Dear Honor : I shall come for class day, traveling 
all night, and leaving behind me business enough to set 
one crazy. With a thousand best wishes and love. 

Sherburne.” 

And then Aunt Tessy said the next morning — O, 
Honor, did you get a note from Sherburne ? He said 
he would write. They are frightfully busy, and his 
father said he did not see how he could spare him.” 

Honor smiled and nodded. She was her bright self 
again. 

She hunted up two of the new seniors, vivacious girls, 
and put her young cousins in their charge, to be shown 
everything. dTen she went to her two luncheons and 
made a dainty farevveli speech at each cue, took the girls 


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37r 


to an afternoon tea, ran briefly over her play and acted 
with the utmost spirit. She had to come out with two 
other important actors, and the three made funny im- 
promptu speeches. 

Mr. Beall complimented her among the others. In fact 
she was staggering under floral tributes, and trying to 
reply to those around her. 

You are tired to death, ” said her mother tenderly. 

I think I’ve been asleep the last half hour. It is my 
dual body or my astral body that has entertained the 
crowd.” 

The poor girl ! ” exclaimed Aunt Tessy. There is 
twice too much. They take it a good deal harder than 
the boys.” 

Hope and Della and Milly thought it all wonderful. 
And class day was the crowning glory. It was the last 
time the white robed seniors were to march in this pro- 
cession, crowned with ivy which was a substitute for 
laurel and bay. Then came the juniors, the ushers 
clearing the way with their white ribboned sticks, the 
crowds pressing- nearer and nearer. The seniors take 
their places. How splendid they look in spite of the 
excitement and labor of the last three days. There is a 
brief address of congratulation, a reply from the class 
president, a few more speeches that very few hear and 
every one applauds, some fine songs, a sort of valedictory, 
and the cheering rises in deafening waves that threaten to 
submerge everything ; the waving sea of white breaks up, 
and seems swallowed by friends and relatives. 

The day had begun by a sort of golden heat, but the soft 
gray clouds came to temper it, and an east wind seemed 
wandering up from some distant sea with reviving 
fragrance. The crowds began to stroll around. Honor felt 
a hand on her arm and flushed. Fifty eyes were watch- 


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ing. Of course that was the handsome cousin Miss Losee 
talked about so much. 

I thought I never should get here,” he said. How 
splendid you all were ! It was worth coming to see.” 

By this time Honor had recovered her presence of 
mind. She almost guessed it teased him to be introduced 
to this one and that, and have to say pretty things ; to be 
followed about by a crowd and asked innumerable 
questions. 

Long tables had been set for luncheons for special 
parties and a guard stood over every one so that no 
strangers might crowd in. Honor found theirs, or at 
least the end they were to share. Miss Losee had been 
entertaining Mr. Beall, and now she trained her guns on 
Sherburne. There were two vacancies and Honor sum- 
moned two graduates, one with the beautiful voice whose 
singing had been such a pleasure. They were all very 
gay, even Hope blossomed out into a wit, Sherburne said 
afterwards. Honor wondered why she should have cared 
so specially about his coming. It was nice to have him 
to be sure, but she could have lived without him. 

There was some rowing on the pretty little lake, there 
were flirtations with those who were lucky enough to find 
a young man, there were groups of girls promising 
undying friendships, bewailing the separation, exchanging 
plans. Honor asked Sherburne to take Hope for a 
ramble. 

‘‘I’d rather have you,” in a spoiled child fashion. 

“You can’t have me, I’m going to sit here by mamma 
and talk and rest. I have scarcely seen her.” 

She made a gesture of dismission with her hand and he 
obeyed reluctantly. 

Honor wanted to hear about Millicent. How wonder- 
ful it was that she should have scored such a success. 


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It seems quite curious, ” said her mother, that papa 
should have induced Aunt Millicent to enter the lists, and 
that she should have returned the interest in this manner. 
Though I am not sure but Miss Bradford had a large 
share in it.” 

And Miss Gilbert — do you see much of her ? ” 
Princess is a sort of godmother to her. They are 
very charming friends. And Uncle Con is so interested 
in Millicent’ s book. ” 

And Mr. Henderson ? ” 

He was very ill. At one time papa thought he would 
die, but he rallied and is quite like himself again.” 

Lyndell sighed. 

Will he ever recover? ” 

No, dear. The trouble is with the brain.” 

^Ht doesn’t seem as if he ought to have a brain- 
trouble,” Honor remarked doubtfully. Surely he never 
fatigued his brain. But there is a sort of mental atrophy, 
I believe.” 

One of the college professors brought her father to see 
Mrs. Carew. She wanted to congratulate her on having 
a daughter who had written such a successful book, and 
another who had stood so high in her classes. They 
should all miss Miss Carew very much. 

Honor said after the fact was generally noised abroad 
her mother had quite an ovation. 

She was very sorry to have to go to the class banquet,, 
but she had to give a toast and respond to one. There 
would be another concert on the campus. And to- 
morrow morning would finish up everything, followed by 
a general dispersion. 

After the two hours in the Chapel the next morning 
the work of devastation began. Old seniors moved out,, 
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There was a picturesque procession of expressmen. There 
were pathetic farewells, promises to write, exchange of 
gifts. 

Aunt Tessy, and the two girls in the highest state of 
delight, set off on their journey with their escort. Hope 
was to go home with them, Sherburne to return to Wash- 
ington that night. 

I’ve scarcely seen you at all,” he said complainingly 
to Honor. 

0 yes. You saw me in my white graduation gown, 
and pathetically pale pink roses. I thought we ought to 
have the red rose of triumph. Then I appeared again in 
gown and cap, academic severity.” 

1 liked the white gown the best.” 

I wish I could have asked you to the banquet. Your 
smile would have graced the feast. ’ ’ 

‘^If I had smiled it would have been for your sake.” 

And if you had frowned it would have been for my 
sake too,” she returned with provoking archness. 

I have been doing several things for your sake.” 

As what ? ” She glanced up with laughing eyes. 

Governing my temper.” 

There was room enough for a whole board of 
governors.” 

What are you going to do now ? ” he asked presently. 

Stay home with mamma. Learn Spanish. I believe 
that is to be the newest accomplishment. Read over 
Prescott’s Philip the Second. Draw up a schedule of the 
things I have studied.” 

Aunt Millicent was a\Yaiting them at home, and Reese 
had returned. Randolph had passed and was to be sent 
to a western post to relieve the company stationed there, 
which was to go to Manila. And Honor’s first message 
from her friend Agatha was that Lieutenant Westerheid 


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had met her on her return, and his company was ordered 
to San Francisco to embark for Manila, and she was 
simply heart-broken. She would never live to see him 
come back, she knew. 

<Mt is awfully hard on Agatha,” Honor remarked, as 
she read the letter to her mother. 

How many times Lyndell Carew was to look back on 
this happy week with her son, who had passed his four 
years scatheless, grown in courage, manliness and love, 
in strength and honor. She need not fear to trust him, 
anywhere. But she still wondered if she could do as 
other mothers had done, give him up to his country. 

The first panic of the war was over and had settled 
into steady determination to assist the oppressed at any 
cost. Troops were being hurried to Santiago. The 
Spanish fleet had at last been trapped, and there was lit- 
tle now to fear from the vaunted navy, though the real 
work was yet to be done. 

Randolph longed eagerly to volunteer for Cuba at 
once, for he was filled with martial ardor. To go to a 
western post seemed like being a drone in the great hive. 
But he had his appointment, and for his mother’s sake 

So she kissed her soldier boy with a brave heart. He 
had entered manhood, and had a right to his own life. 

Honor was curiously impressed with Millicent. 

It seems like getting acquainted all over again,” she 
said to her mother. ‘‘Do you suppose she has changed 
so much ? Were all the qualities laid there like a fire 
ready to be kindled, but the match was wanting, the one 
thing that would start the flame ? She has grown so 
much broader, finer. But I can’t understand how she 
came to care for a man like Mr. Henderson. Yet how 
cheerfully she takes up her burthen ! One must admire 
her.” 


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Dell wondered how these children could be so dis- 
similar and yet have certain likenesses. 

Honor went to her sister now and then of a morning. 
Mr. Henderson rarely rose before ten. The nurse never 
left him now. Sometimes for days he did not notice 
Millicent, then nothing could soothe him but her presence 
and her music. They decided not to go away, the house 
was commodious, the park near at hand. There was 
nothing now but to wait for the end. If he had inherited 
a constitution from either parent it might be long delayed. 

I wonder if you would like to help me go over the 
rest of my journal,” she said one day to Honor. After 
all,” smiling, am not quite sure of myself. My one 
flight was a success because the subject could not fail to 
be so. But there are many wonderful things about India 
and Hindustan. I think we are going more into the real 
lives of nations and peoples, and coming nearer the great 
truths governing them, the virtues they have lost in their 
decline. I can’t write history, but I can do descriptive 
work. It surprises me that I can write at all.” 

^Mt surprises me, too,” said Honor frankly. 

And yet I seemed long ago to have a dumb soul 
within me that was hungry for something. And I longed 
passionately, nay, I felt whatever this was, it ought to 
come to me, that it was a kind of right. I think I have 
learned since what is meant by entering the kingdom of 
heaven by force, effort, that one must give of his or her 
share to receive again. Once I wanted to be very hand- 
some, it seemed a Sherburne dower and I had missed it^ 
then I longed to be a poet. I used to have such vague,, 
beautiful thoughts, reveries, but they would fade before 
I could commit them to paper. I was helpless, hopeless,, 
a prey to vain imaginings. I shut my eyes to the true 
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among what is best and highest instead of standing out- 
side of it all. And then I thought a love all my own 
that I need not share with any one would be the most 
blessed gift in the whole earth. I did not study the 
quality of it, I who had seen so much of what was no- 
blest in affection.” 

Her voice broke a little. Honor’s eyes filled with 
tears. 

‘‘Do not pity me. I suppose God still gives one his 
own way, and it brings leanness to his soul. I have 
learned that duty is no severe and meagre-faced angel, 
but clothed in light, helps us to emerge from the tangle 
of our own making and we find the straight path, that 
of doing, giving, adding one’s note of endeavor to the 
song of the world. And then to some, to many let us 
hope, ‘these things are added.’ Compensations when 
one reads them rightly. I could not write a poem even 
now. I should not attempt a story until I have learned 
from my own life what I can do with other lives. I am 
simply using my one talent gladly.” 

And was not love one of the talents to be used ? It 
began in the home, it outflowed in the by-places, every- 
where. There never was any too much. It did not in- 
crease by hoarding, but was meant for daily use. 

It was a rich and pleasant summer. Honor found. 
There was so much to do. There was the growing into 
accord with the relationship of the new years, the 
womanhood that all the knowledges had been shaping 
and preparing. 

Agatha Losee wrote her a beseeching, — meant to be 
heart-moving letter. 

Would she not come out and spend a month and cheer 
her up. All the bright dreams of her life were blighted. 
Instead of a happy courtship and marriage, there was all 


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the distance and danger between them. She knew Olin 
would never come back, or if he did it might be broken 
in health or maimed. And here were all these years 
when she could have been enjoying so much. What did 
all the college course amount to anyhow? And here she 
was shut out of young enjoyments, for of course it would 
be unjust to Olin to go into society like a disengaged 
girl. 

And so on through pages of complaining. Was this 
all that college discipline had done for her ? 

It had done more for Miss Bradford who was fast be- 
coming Millicent’s friend and adviser in many things. 
And was not Millicent shut out of much of the richness 
of life ? Honor wondered at times how she could accept 
it so grandly. 

At Thanksgiving, Della Beaumanoir called all the 
younger girl cousins to attend her wedding in the old 
church that had bidden godspeed to so many brides. 
Sherburne House held high festival again. Bertram was 
home, a fine manly fellow, full of enthusiasm for his 
calling. Princess and her babies, Lawrence a big boy, 
and the namesake Millicent a sweet attractive girl. Aunt 
Fanny’s children were piquant and interesting. Rich- 
mond was not so far off, Della would not go out of the 
home interest. 

Meanwhile the brilliant campaign had ended and was 
to make a romantic page in history. The treaty of peace 
had been signed, but there were many points that would 
require the foresight of a generous patriotic nation to 
settle on an honorable basis. 

Sherburne had taken an eager interest in all this. His 
father had been called upon for counsel and opinions, 
and was likely to be sent out as a commissioner. 

They persuaded Honor and Hope to lengthen out their 


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visit. There was still some of the old quaintness linger- 
ing in the atmosphere that charmed Hope Drayton. 
She wished Millicent Henderson could come down and 
study it up. 

Aunt Tessy was loth to have them go, but they were 
also promised to the Amorys. Pearl and her husband 
were home, but they were now to go to Spain. 

<< We hope before long Sherburne will marry,” Aunt 
Tessy said in a sweet sort of confidence to Honor. ‘‘We 
must go to Beaumanoir, and Leonard cannot endure the 
thought of shutting up this dear old home. It will be 
such a joy to both of us to have Sherburne’s wife and 
children here.” 

“ His wife ! Is he ” 

“ O no,” with a soft, motherly laugh. “For all he was 
so fond of girls in his early youth he seems to take time 
for this important step. But we can trust him to choose 
wisely. He understands now what he wants^ and we 
shall be only too glad to welcome her'" 

Why should there be a protest in Honor’s soul? A 
stranger coming in here who could have no part nor lot 
in the old memories clinging about the Sherburnes, a girl 
to whom any other home would be as dear. Mamma’s 
gift wasted on 

O, that was ungenerous I 

Washington was full of people. The exigencies of the 
country had made a busy autumn even before congress 
assembled. Hope Drayton was full of eager interest, and 
Cousin Edward spent every spare moment upon her and 
Honor. If only Hope was not an own cousin ! 

They were spending the last evening at Aunt Violet’s. 
Hope had been playing and singing. Honor and Sher- 
burne strayed out in the conservator}^ where all was 
fragrance and soft lights. 


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I hate to have you go,” he said. 

I suppose you think iteration makes your sorrow 
stronger!” Honor laughed lightly and raised mirthful 
eyes. ‘‘You have said that a dozen times.” 

“ Then I will say something else that will take you by 
surprise, I know. Honor, I love you. Will you accept 
it and keep it until — until you love me well enough to be 
my wife ? ” 

“I — O, I know why you ask me.” Her face was 
scarlet and she felt the tears rushing to her eyes. 

“ I ask you because I have come to love you very 
much. Almost a year ago — do you remember — at Aunt 
Milly’s. You were so brave and sweet, and I have car- 
ried the picture you made and the sound of your voice 
around in my heart ever since. I have been trying to 

bring myself up to finer manliness for your sake ” 

“O, I cannot, I cannot!” she interrupted. “Why 
you must see — no self-respecting girl could ! It is almost 
as if I had asked you for Sherburne House ! ” 

“ Any girl who loved, could. I know you have not 
been thinking of love all these four years. To you and 
to some women college life is a sort of Tennyson^s 
Princess’ experiment. Their ideals do not hurt them. 

But they come to a larger experience ” 

“You have railed at college girls, and — and despised 
their enthusiasms,” she flung out. 

“ I have done a good many things from sheer wilful- 
ness, and love of teasing ’ ’ 

“And there was all that old love — ” how many had 
he loved since ? She almost asked the question. 

He flushed deeply. “After all,” he answered with a 
kind of convincing gravity, ‘ ‘ I am not sure but such an 
experience is a good thing for a conceited young fellow 
when the girl is as sensible as Gertrude Maurice was. It 


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taught me some useful lessons. Since then, though I 
have seen girls that I liked, I have never fancied any one 
with my whole heart until last winter. Honor, I am 
going to give you time to think it over. A year if you 
like, longer still. Until you meet some one else to love I 
shall hold my heart in readiness for its chosen guest. I 
wanted you to know this, and oh, Honor, nothing would 
give father and mother greater joy. If I did not love 
you do you suppose any figment of obligation would in- 
duce me to ask you ? I count too much on love as I 
have seen it in my parents and yours.’* 

He was so manly and handsome as he stood there, his 
dark eyes full of eloquent feeling, his very breath seeming 
repressed by the mysterious spell. She was bewildered. 
It was a curious penetrative power she had never expe- 
rienced before. 

O no ! no 1 ” she cried suddenly and turned and fled. 
She ran up to her room and stood by the open window 
to cool the flame that seemed to envelop her very being. 
Then she was ashamed and after a few moments went 
down to the guests. 

<< Good-night,” Sherburne said with some of the 
others. shall come to the station to see you off.” 

Honor was very gay and really effusive the next morn- 
ing. Uncle Amory and Sherburne seated them in the 
train and provided them with creature comforts to regale 
themselves on their journey. Honor obstinately evaded 
his eyes, but he said — Write as soon as you are home 
and tell me all that has happened.” 

The happening that had come home with a sharp pang 
was the word that Randolph’s company had been ordered 
to join a regiment at San PTancisco that was to sail 
speedily for Manila. But for the love and consoling 
strength of her husband Lyndell felt she would have been 


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utterly crushed. Had she ever given her son cordially 
to the country ? 

Daily she read over his letter until it in some sense re- 
stored her. He was not so ambitious for glory, though 
he was young and that did appeal to him. But to do his 
duty honorably, earnestly, to be not only his country’s 
but Christ’s faithful soldier to his life’s end, the life that 
would never go out of the boundaries of God’s care and 
love. 

So Honor found immediate need for her energies. 
Christmas was at hand. There were souls to make glad, 
there were bodies to be cared for, and always the nearest 
and dearest to minister unto. 

They sat together one afternoon doing up parcels. 
There were gifts for friends as well. Honor had been 
directing some of these. Della and Lawrence at Sher- 
burne House, and then a flood of remembrance rushed 
over her. She would feel stronger and more at rest when 
she had mamma’s sanction on what she had done. 

Yet the story was harder to tell than she thought. She 
could confess her temper and the taunt she had given 
about Sherburne House. 

‘‘ O, Honor, how could you ! ” The pain spoke in her 
mother’s voice. 

He had tried me so, mamma. I suppose we all have 
Sherburne tempers that flare up and say things in the 
heat of the moment. ’ ’ Then she confessed the long silence 
between them, the amends she had made, the pleasant 
friendliness since, and his proposal. Of course I could 
not accept it — I should always think ” 

Something in her mother’s face startled her. It was 
not disappointment, hardly disapproval, but a quick light 
coming and then being quenched and an effort of some 
kind made, a flash that confessed this would have been joy. 


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It was all over in a minute. Lyndell bent down and 
kissed her daughter’s forehead, clasped her arms about 
the girl’s neck. 

Honor,” with tender solemnity — <Het nothing but 
the purest, truest, highest love induce you to marry. 
For marriage is the crown of womanhood, or the heavy 
clanking chain that drags the soul along a sorrowful path 
until its day of redemption. Do not hurry out to meet 
love ; if it is for you it will come with a glad joy you 
cannot mistake. Oh, my darling ! ” 

Honor could not say all^ that Sherburne House would 
be hers to leave or take for years to come. How she 
knew it she could not have told any one, not even her- 
self. What mysterious power gave this thrill of certainty 
in Edward Sherburne? Would it cease sometime to be 
a disputed inheritance ? 




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